This is a song about "The roaring 20s"

Gods words all cursed like crackshai-tan's way of gettin us back

The feds introduced the drugs, all the acid, the dope and smack,

The world should turn as soon as my records spin

Cuz when i wake up i will come out roaring

I'm the nigga with the juice

Yeah, look here i pay dues

Like a passenger on 9/11, please go find a reverend

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

Got the passion for the music

No less profit, themed when we drop shit

Tryin’ to bag a brother with a super bowl ring

God of the sky, yes i will be roaring

Full of shit, like i ate that john

The weed into the bong

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

Or shift keys or it i placement cause