This is a song about "The roaring 20s"

The weed into the bong

Tats no dey for my arm

Huh, a metaphor of course

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

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

And you'll probably lose your mind tryna save face

Feeling colorless like a 20s picture

I got something you've been waiting for

You are always there when i slip up i just don't care never really learned

Be the lion of the zoo be the glue of the bottle be the air of the world,

The bigger the the fun

And i listen to common

Shawty look half indian and never say a thing

Cuz when i wake up i will come out roaring