This is a song about "Compromise of 1790"

Yeah, glitterati, big bodies and tall swings

Out of this coviction of feelings

Blewin' some reefer in my zone like a 2-3 defense

Thoughts of us of everything of everyone's debts

Always knew where the pot was

The things im most scared of

Congress fuck off please, don't you know compromise is one to help this nation?

I smoke the greenest of medicine till the government let us win

It's hard to have american pride when most of your money's made out of them lies

Its like this drive i have inside, fascinated by lies, there ant no compromise,

A little more of me through generation of a debate of hatred

The coupe i’m in is rented, i ain’t wit’ all that commitment shit

Everything i wanted never seem so close

Furniture made of the flesh of my foes

Right flows down and they might go nice

Top of my pile of bodies