This is a song about "The 1960s"

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

With this rap shit, you know i do the fucking most

Andy samberg: oh dang

Still the man with the pan

So is dr. j and moses malone

As the king upon the throne

And the thirst, just the worst, it's the curse of the juice!

And your bitch is the type of bitch who really wanna lose

Metaphor, chilling with better whores

The pain, the loss, the grief, the cross.

You been aching for that cuz what they playing on the station is wack

The feds introduced the drugs, all the acid, the dope and smack,

And your son was born with cancer and he live in urgent care

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