This is a song about "4th of july"

The things im most scared of

But i guess that shit's just tough love

Still selling boy and girl, at the same damn time

Couple of shots and a glass of wine.

No gimmick: real time, real heart

Your yard, full of pieces of lard

Illusion of days of elysium fields full of gladiators

Africa and europe, it's a small world we truly neighbors

4th quarter, how you gon go and take mike out?

And to be honest i don’t know what niggas talkin bout

True to the gamei claim outlaw riderswe give a fuck what they try

Committin' those letter crimes unpredictable like weather in july

See i'm breathing for a purpose

Of which im not exactly proud of,

Ever since grandma died, everyone parted ways

Fuck #foreplay, i went from 4th to the 1st base