This is a song about "The 1980s"

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

So these bars not mine, nigga it's yours

Smoke that mark mcgwire strong, oakland a no basic smoke

Here's the answer and the antidote:

The more battles the better the flows

Took me a while just to write those

She prayed on me passing that bar

Down the street to the car,

You gotta understand man

Still the man with the pan

And be the last nigga left, then i'll be ghost

Here's the answer and the antidote:

Get blown like lawn leaves

Thinkin of the the dreams