This is a song about "Deceleration of independence"

To achieve an independence, it'd be too late to repent since

I'm murdering instrumentals cause i rap with the conscience

Rollin' down the four o five

Of the book of your life

All these other artists don't got no independence,

My bitches bad, these niggas mad, i guess it's just what the fame brings

And a nigga so fly i should be droved in jets

Thoughts of us of everything of everyone's debts

Top of my pile of bodies

So dope, shit, i sold y’all copies

Once upon a time not long ago

Return of the king of flow

Couple of shots and a glass of wine.

Okay i’m lying, but i’m trying

Roar through the nation independence proclamation

You killed the nigga, i stole a bible, is that a sin