This is a song about "The 70s"

Aye, lifes a bitch, and i'm cuffing mines

Endless the days, forever the nights,

Still the man with the pan

Wolf gang, wolf gang

That's me spitting this fucking garbage toss

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

And yeah we up in stadium, quarterbacking hoes

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

Once as a slave who imagined being free

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

Meet me in the tele where the lobby at, i'm probably there

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

I make my old bitch buy me all the latest shoes

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

Watch this, hey quik let me see them binoculars, nigga

So call the coroner or the mortician for the the