This is a song about "The colonist"

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

In this rusty cunt, that won a cup in collectin' dust

Where the fuck the chorus

The way she walks and causes a fuss

You would think that i had a match for a tooth

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

Still the man with the pan

Big shit popping, i'm the man

And tony jr. said i'm the hope

Here's the answer and the antidote:

Lay back, i got some money to make, motherfucker

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