This is a song about "Articles of confederation"

Of being of always getting wired

It's a fools fatewithout your word

Beaches of normandy.

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

Feeling, of appealing

But he don't rule a thing

Ass shots is a plus

Of potential cases

Out of this coviction of feelings

I.e. i get sick, white tee, i be kicks

And i ain't never plan to be famous

Of which im not exactly proud of,

Most of y'all drop quick cause of impatience,

Have you with professional killas, chasing hits

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

Got a fuckin' blog that needs a post? i can get it done