This is a song about "The 2000s"

We buying they hoes bags, getting they bitches shoes

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

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

And when i'm done with her, ain't no other male to compare

As the tao converted the thief

I'm why baby mommas leave

I wanna be the center piece of my entire culture

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

Now tomorrow you sober wishing you ordered a soda

So call the coroner or the mortician for the the

Everyone who left me for nothing tell em to call back

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

Keep yo' head up and try to keep the faith

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