This is a song about "The ulimate cask"

The generational gap with yet another sensational track

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

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

Two big faces on my wrist, boy i got a couple those

Auction coke to the coppers, glocks in the locker and

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

It's not a figure of speech when i tell you that i dumped her

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

Choked the one on the throne

You left your nigga on his own

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

And your son was born with cancer and he live in urgent care