This is a song about "The sytem"

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

They disregard me, i guess they all got egos

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

Racks on racks, our campaign strong, and yc like my brother

Put the lotion on the skin, in the acid, in the gutter,

They getting deals with thier weak buzz

Where the fuck the chorus

Here's the answer and the antidote:

Hoping that mama would sympathize cause she broke

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

The generational gap with yet another sensational track