This is a song about "The era of good feelings"

Whole lotta money, big tip i would

Cause these kids never learn of the good

But here we go its the beginning of a new era

She tryna get her groove back like stella, grab the umbrella

Now beat around the bush, round the bush era/

I ain't gotta tell you they know about me, huh

Now the father of these feelings is one we all know,

Poppa took the television, but left the radio

But more than not, and with prolly a whole lot less than the start

Her expressing her feelings to me is a good start but of the worst part

I'm only the messenger, hermes of an era, warning of a past,

I still be splitting women like a bogus hocus-pocus act

Insidious feelings of dread

We can’t even talk ‘less you got the check