This is a song about "Then"

Magic city tipping them

Man was times simpler then

As deep as dawson's creek and shit

So i must then get, off the bus then split

Cause then i’m throwing peace signs

Then back it up more then lunch lines

Diss me then go ahead try piss me then drop dead bye

K o d, m i a, twenty racks, let it fly

I wish i’ll never see you again

If that ain't that hard to do then.

I've seen dreams turn dust, cause he made them

Semetex said we’re good, and we’re good then

And everybody's having sex

Then artificial regrets