This is a song about "The 2000s"

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

And i done seen some old beefs make a bunch of news

I bring the heat like the

Wale, d.c. thats me, huh

Huh, a metaphor of course

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

Endless the days, forever the nights,

Niggas in jerusalem, waitin for signs

I'm why baby mommas leave

As the tao converted the thief

Your bitch is the type of bitch that's gonna do you bad

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

But inside of my pocket is a dollar plus a dream

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