This is a song about "The 1980s"

Heneesee, makes me think my enemy is getting close

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

Run a cartel like a real rick ross

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

From the gutter to the roof

A far reach from them rap dudes

Endless the days, forever the nights,

Ima blow like i'm mothafuckin' sniffing lines

Always knew where the pot was

Where the fuck the chorus

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

Make sure your fuckin' feelings end up up in a glad bag

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

'cuz y'all don't understand i will not lose