This is a song about "The watts"

That's a t-rex in a v-neck for the rapture

Reminisce the times and the laughter

Time ain't on her side

In the face of the outside.

Free throws of money, bet you can’t block

From the bottom to the top

Then lost her faith again

The realist in the game

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

Make sure your fuckin' feelings end up up in a glad bag

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

Gas 'em like a rental, when i take off, tell the bitch take care

Flyer than the rest of them

Do the math, get the sum

And i listen to common

The bigger the the fun