This is a song about "The slum"

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

Of the baby not bein' digested by a fuckin' hungry punk

The key is the only way

Take me away away

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

Baby i ain't liping, i just tend to keep my city there

And i believe in them, a couple lames out there had beef with them

Living in a slum, hoping i could at least have a green thumb

I said i don’t give a fuck

Stuck in the in the tub,

Metaphor, chilling with better whores

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

Playing soccer, stupid, stay in a sucker's place

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