This is a song about "The 60s"

Embrace my words make the world changeand still i smile nigga

So call the coroner or the mortician for the the

You be chickens like smokey tripping off angel dust

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

Baby mothers quittin school, nigga now it's up to her

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

Froze my bank account and seized my guarantee

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

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

The heart of a lion but i’m a tiger wood look in there

So i ended up all alone

As the king upon the throne

Black fours red drop head doors

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