This is a song about "4th of july"

Tired of feeling wired of dealing

Light skinned women, all sex everything

Of being of always getting wired

They need work, the freaks here makes their knees work

I be gettin' money

Beaches of normandy.

Got smite, 'here lies, on the fourth of july', they recite as you cried tears,

Thank god for what i did with blocking against this shaky defense

Your yard, full of pieces of lard

Hope all over again, we can start

Rich, 2pac and the click, smokin' blunts, loadin' clips

Out of this coviction of feelings

Then the blood drip on the floor poison pieces

Of which im not exactly proud of,

But i guess that shit's just tough love

Of potential cases