This is a song about "The 1990s"

Heneesee, makes me think my enemy is getting close

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

The bigger the the fun

For those whey no fit dey fix son

Without a doubt, a sure-fire way to get your mother fucked

The water from the past is the same water in the present

But if so, i'll take the scorn, indeed happily

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

And your son was born with cancer and he live in urgent care

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

We don't ever make love

Where the fuck the chorus

All the time with this glock of mines

Endless the days, forever the nights,

Saw the bombs on the news

High as shit, i’m in a booth