This is a song about "The begining"

Like the limbs on ya feet, i suppose

The more battles the better the flows

Thinkin of the the dreams

Little more weed, first class seats

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

Pathological liars even know i'm the truth

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

Alcohol and booty calls

And i would never walk in the shadow that never was really there

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

My parents went away on a week's vacation and

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

But elon don't got no proof

From the gutter to the roof