This is a song about "The 1980s"

Like being garbage some type of disease

As the tao converted the thief

Told ya i’m focused man

Still the man with the pan

Let me enlighten you, i am the brightest of the youth

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

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

Now i was dreaming bout a deal at the age of thirteen

Where the fuck the chorus

Don't you lie, don't blow my buzz

Did the best i could, raised in insanity

The good comes with the bad, the bad with the ugly

Saw the bombs on the news

My time with their half-witted reviews

Wale, real nigga, where the totem, blowin' bomb haze

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