This is a song about "The 1980s"

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

I ain't being facetious saying i speak for the culture

And i can't help but stare, cause

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

Aroma, strong enough to bring ‘em outta coma

So call the coroner or the mortician for the the

Thinkin of the the dreams

I give bitches dick and leave

So superb but how am i eating your bars if this rap is getting you served

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

Endless the days, forever the nights,

Just to make it in this broadway lights

Still the man with the pan

Any way you can