This is a song about "American spirits"

He took it to pitchfork, he couldn't get a sentence

My ancestors were brought here on american ships

That we’ve been confined to, so the corporate won’t make decisions

Eighty spirits of ladies cause shady murdered the virgins

Succeed in what you love the american dream

Be my little pill and just creep into my blood stream

Just fresh out of the ashes it's a detroit fucking classic from when

The sinful spirits of mine'll start the cycle again/

She seen that geechi shit, ain't been to church since

Throwin out tracks that raise the bobonic plagued spirits/

The coupe i’m in is rented, i ain’t wit’ all that commitment shit

Know now that i am an american years later isolated

Lift your spirits. yet you give elementary bars, when most your listeners,

The flow hot nasty like a couple siracha flavored used rubbers/