This is a song about "The greasers"

Baby, you know who you are

Down the street to the car,

Anti-violent...stylin, lyrically inclined and

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

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

That man there throw wale on the shelf and i lose

Metaphor, chilling with better whores

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

She acting all extra

I bring the heat like the

Where the fuck the chorus

Don't you lie, don't blow my buzz

In the coupe with the tec, it's the home of the brave

So, why don't you fucking wipe that stupid look on your face