This is a song about "Zach the banker"

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

I got a penny in my pocket, million in the trunk

And the thirst, just the worst, it's the curse of the juice!

You would think that i had a match for a tooth

From the gutter to the roof

Dark side of town, baby mama blues

Blowin' fuck it i don't care, dreads is flyin' everywhere

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

Once as a slave who imagined being free

The good comes with the bad, the bad with the ugly

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

Just be there to help me and support me that's what you're here for

I bring the heat like the

You're fucking with me, nigga