This is a song about "Articles of confederation"

Out of this coviction of feelings

I'ma get this girl that be stuffin my bricks

A little more of me through generation of a debate of hatred

Straight up fuck all y’all nigga's talking about that nigga changed shit

Snapping necks and records in matter of seconds check 'em son

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

Tired of feeling wired of dealing

Give me a reason why i'm not the best breathing

Your yard, full of pieces of lard

Snitches here don't got no heart

Moment of clarity,

Hail mary nigga, run quick see

I'm hot breeze, snot sneeze

Top of my pile of bodies

So both of our imaginations are creations of the fucking situation

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