This is a song about "4th of july"

Illusion of days of elysium fields full of gladiators

Just seen another brother buried plus i knew him for years

Before a nigga finish put in the work

Of being of always getting wired

Out of this coviction of feelings

Dc's here, this is where crack lives

And i was the light

Out of mind out of sight

King of the va, off of those toxins.

Cause the media is full of dirty tricks

Now everybody put your hands up high

Of that gangja from the shores of shanghai

Got the eye of tiger, spit of cobra, form of a dragon

Got a fuckin' blog that needs a post? i can get it done

Thoughts of us of everything of everyone's debts

And a nigga so fly i should be droved in jets