This is a song about "Australian history"

It ain't nothing to me, i’m who they coming to see

You tend to repeat yourself like history

Had a place in history

What them tippers don't see

You don't know raps history,

They say nothings ever free

Long prequel with me, but that's all history

But if you took a second mr. mirror, you would see

Instead of darkened fiends writing her fucking history,

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

I'll make you history...

I'm cold on the cold turkey

I'mma conspiracy theory rollin thru makin history

Paintin perfect pictures ain't never worked, my misery

That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free

We doin' independently, makin' fuckin' history,