This is a song about "The 60s"

Silver bullets, purple piff, blue pills, grey goose

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

Got all the black bitches mad cause my main bitch vanilla

So call the coroner or the mortician for the the

The bigger the the fun

See, i'm second to no one

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

This the ambition anthem, i flowed it to the flag

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

But you never come when you period is five days

Be my little pill and just creep into my blood stream

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

Bitch i'm ballin' like i'm comin' off of free throws

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

A sight of her face can calm my rage even if the world's weight was hurled/

Be the lion of the zoo be the glue of the bottle be the air of the world,