This is a song about "Compromise of 1850"

So both of our imaginations are creations of the fucking situation

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

And a nigga so fly i should be droved in jets

Thoughts of us of everything of everyone's debts

As your family dies, and my family rise

Its them or us theres no compromise

Lost my nigga over nothing though

Return of the king of flow

Your yard, full of pieces of lard

Alot of niggas fake who go to hard

Of potential cases

She can make a pimp fall in love

King of the va, off of those toxins.

Got a nigga seein things

Fans catch us on animal planet, tracking hoes

Furniture made of the flesh of my foes