This is a song about "Articles of confederation"

Of the book of your life

This is how she want to live

We calling his bluff, so get your nose on this handgun

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

Hey, must be the money

Moment of clarity,

Just another product of this matrix

Most of y'all drop quick cause of impatience,

I know my calling's worth like phone card

Your yard, full of pieces of lard

I came up hungry

Beaches of normandy.

Of which im not exactly proud of,

Pocket racked up all big faces

Feeling, of appealing

Fuck it, im leaving