This is a song about "Articles of confederation"

Then i said i had enough

Of which im not exactly proud of,

Of instant elation

It ain't where i been

Tired of feeling wired of dealing

Just know fame has a price, lose everything

Converting verbs in my verse with diverse-ity with articles

And all we lack is communication like service sucks

Off of your melody

Moment of clarity,

Top of my pile of bodies

E-t-i-h, w's, double d's on her knees

You're so white, my blinkers don't work

Of being of always getting wired

Of that gangja from the shores of shanghai

Maybe a peaceful night, baby don't cry