This is a song about "The 1920s"

Now hey little mama

I bring the heat like the

Where the fuck the chorus

Let's have a toast for this new love

You’re the plastic, i’m the passion and the magic in the air

It’s me and my nigga there until i’m a millionaire

As the king upon the throne

So don't follow me home

Better acknowledge i'm fienin for that spotlight, cause i'm comin for first, bout to burst,

Be the lion of the zoo be the glue of the bottle be the air of the world,

Like fuck it man

Still the man with the pan

I wanna be the center piece of my entire culture

Put the lotion on the skin, in the acid, in the gutter,

Best stay away when the door closed, i show up with four hoes

In the field of the damned, the only sentries are the crows.