This is a song about "The 1980s"

So cool, my bitch got no shoes

From the gutter to the roof

Cops rollin' past, rollin' papers in the passenger

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

And even when it's dark out, the sun is shining somewhere

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

Down the street to the car,

I guzzle up at the bar

Got all the black bitches mad cause my main bitch vanilla

So call the coroner or the mortician for the the

Shit grand like a muh-fucking bass load

Here's the answer and the antidote:

Thug for life nigga

I bring the heat like the

We all the same the blacks the whites the something in between

Went to sleep at seven never woke up from the dream