This is a song about "The 1960s"

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

Hopefully my dick don't shrivel up, when it's time to bust

As the king upon the throne

Playin with fire is a danger zone

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

Heneesee, makes me think my enemy is getting close

I'm screamin' out fuck the police

As the tao converted the thief

Still the man with the pan

Just take control if you can

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

Fuck it we on the move, none of use tryna lose

Where the fuck the chorus

Thought this was forever love

Here's the answer and the antidote:

I bet you've never seen a pig fly, nope