This is a song about "Articles of confederation"

And the articles of confederation did not last; the constitution came in

So both of our imaginations are creations of the fucking situation

Telling me shutup, i’m leaving youthe reason you ain’t even got one

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

Of that gangja from the shores of shanghai

Y'all gone hear a nigga momma die

The one who em talks of

Then i said i had enough

Like a deck of of fricken pokemon cards

Hit the green like running backs with no yards

Hey! what's your name? oh, that's nice

Top of my pile of bodies

Return of the king of flow

I ain't tryna brag though