This is a song about "The oscars"

I ain't hating on you, rock them shines

Endless the days, forever the nights,

Blowin' fuck it i don't care, dreads is flyin' everywhere

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

Yea, smoking loud enjoying my youth

From the gutter to the roof

You got your mean little walk with the model pose

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

I pop one, you pop one

The bigger the the fun

Niggas die over shoes

Saw the bombs on the news

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

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