This is a song about "The 2000s"

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

I ain’t gotta lie, they know i’m the truth

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

Of thinkinthese, are the dreams of a young teen

It’s me and my nigga there until i’m a millionaire

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

Young money, d-town's all star

Down the street to the car,

From the gutter to the roof

Mr. cocaine muzik, i’m 100 proof

Just to make it in this broadway lights

Endless the days, forever the nights,

They gotta like a nigga, call me obama

Put the grants in the safe, 'cause we spending the jacksons, the

Here's the answer and the antidote:

Smoke that mark mcgwire strong, oakland a no basic smoke