This is a song about "American history"

You're just history

Trying to catch me riding dirty

Instead of darkened fiends writing her fucking history,

Paralyzed to the feeling, all the hate i see

Cause now it's on for you and me, all i can see

Would it alter the course of my history?

I live in the american south with the racial divide,

Love to keep bakin new pies, strapin the scrapes off the side

Heavy weed smoker, get ounces for free

Let them come we’re the ones carving history,

Soon as para finite will paralyze her existence

My ancestors were brought here on american ships

You don't know raps history,

They say nothings ever free

Lock my heart up, this is jail, throw away the key

You tend to repeat yourself like history