This is a song about "The 70s"

Yeahpour out a little liquor for your homies nigga

Put the grants in the safe, 'cause we spending the jacksons, the

Here's the answer and the antidote:

Been running around trying find a job

‘cause i’m addicted and you the drug, cold turkey? no sir

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

And erase my number out the phones of these fake hoes

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

Wocky, she's a dancer, walkie-talkie ace for back up like fag

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

The more battles the better the flows

Body doze, who ? give em karate blows

I split the blunt and rolled the fat one up deadly -- babylon beware

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

As the tao converted the thief

L o u d air i breathe