This is a song about "The 1960s"

Put expressions in their music and create the face

In the coupe with the tec, it's the home of the brave

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

Binded between, carryin' the flag for an area that drag

As well as supper; then i'll rummage through her ruptured cunt

The water from the past is the same water in the present

Young money, d-town's all star

Down the street to the car,

So call the coroner or the mortician for the the

Yeahpour out a little liquor for your homies nigga

Yeah, i got the flow that they know is the truth

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

Gods words all cursed like crackshai-tan's way of gettin us back

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

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

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