This is a song about "Articles of confederations"

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

Beaches of normandy.

Out of this coviction of feelings

To see me and my chicks in dkny kicks

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

So both of our imaginations are creations of the fucking situation

So i guess that's where i hide my things

King of the va, off of those toxins.

Ma want me to go find a wife

Of the book of your life

Your yard, full of pieces of lard

Hoes pop from the corda to hope park

No rubber sole, hardwood bastard

Of being of always getting wired