This is a song about "Branches of governent"

And in akron, my niggas they would throw things

Out of this coviction of feelings

I'm in new york now, like akeem and semmi was

Your family tree, i will break branches

When they showed up at your door at christmas

Cause america the terror of,

Your yard, full of pieces of lard

This for my niggas that really rap hard

I’m sayin’ that i know, revealing them most

Furniture made of the flesh of my foes

Ahead of his years, ahead of his time,

3 times, show me your peace sign

Couple of shots and a glass of wine.

Ball out, ball hard, you can't cause it's rent time

You can call me cancer but i don't smoke cigarettes

Thoughts of us of everything of everyone's debts