This is a song about "To the 90s"

But elon don't got no proof

From the gutter to the roof

Shit, we don't believe none of them

To the activism

Fuck you cop, you can nibble my cock

From the bottom to the top

Something wicked this way come

To the voice of the oblivion,

Vsu don't regret you

To stay true to the crew

The clientele buy and sell like a pawn shop

The door to the world, and the box to my cock

Down the street to the car,

That gyal want mi ride har

And i got them gold bottles, first place

From the cradle to the grave