This is a song about "The 70s"

While i’m somewhere in the back, getting blowed like a blunt

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

From the gutter to the roof

Kill the jungle let the cats loose

Okay today i was the freshest in my area

So call the coroner or the mortician for the the

And your bitch is the type of bitch who really wanna lose

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

This shit would leave rosetta stoned

Here's the answer and the antidote:

Thinkin of the the dreams

Cause after all the lights and screams

She is far bizarre

Down the street to the car,