This is a song about "65"

Pull it apart with a hammer and a pair of pliers,

I'm through trial, no more smiles, for a couple years

Smoking a roach on the sofa with the lights all off,

No sixteen, no vaccine, i'm so sick my ten bars cough

Swear a niggas draws be on some stupid neiman marcus shit

Take a minute by yourself to psychoanalyze it,

Ho, i seize the amplifiers with no damn survivors,

George bush got some nerve, fuck a war, we trying to serve

Throwing up dope flows on the mic, y'all better wipe it off,

It's so hard for civilians, thank god you with a boss

Stuck in positions. if victims can't stand the heat

Shit but work a nine to five so i can properly eat,