This is a song about "The 60s"

Got tired of running from the police

As the tao converted the thief

Saw the bombs on the news

Its cold as shit in this booth

Wale, real nigga, where the totem, blowin' bomb haze

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

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

Top story, tiger woods be fucking all these white hoes

Like food for thought was my father but i ain't have the hunger

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

As the king upon the throne

Before i leave home

Froze my bank account and seized my guarantee

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

Thinkin of the the dreams

Gotta go, let her leave