This is a song about "Conuincing argument"

I vote for my own submission,

So if it comes down, may the best man win

If we ain't fucking for the moment then we doin' nothing

We won't start bickering cause what i'm envisioning

Stuck in detained submission, on this earth we were given

With a tear they try to tell me but i never listen

Don't need an explanation

You're uncool like my mother kin

Is it because when i get in altercation with a racist they call me haitian.

So both of our imaginations are creations of the fucking situation

And this will be the song that we sing

I swear to satan i'm saying

The birds i knew flip birds

Case they get burnt to embers