This is a song about "Articles of confederation"

Feeling, of appealing

I was born to do the damn thing

And ain't it shameful, how niggas blame hoes for givin' birth

Illusion of days of elysium fields full of gladiators

King of the va, off of those toxins.

I’m so fly i don’t even got wings

Of instant elation

You're uncool like my mother kin

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

Moment of clarity,

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

Out of this coviction of feelings

Like a deck of of fricken pokemon cards

Fuck pigs, fuck guards, all some fucking retards

Return of the king of flow

Y'all niggas come last, i'm first though