This is a song about "Deceleration of independence"

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

Thoughts of us of everything of everyone's debts

N-i-c in rikers island, downstateall the peoples i met along the way

Lick it then roll it it then light it up like it's independence day.

Of potential cases

Mm got the masses

Illusion of days of elysium fields full of gladiators

You send me beats via email, i'mma send them back in a hearse

Ahead of his years, ahead of his time,

You mean to tell me everything gon be fine

Beaches of normandy.

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

Tired of feeling wired of dealing

With a note there and im thinking of reading

And i need you to show me love

Of which im not exactly proud of,