This is a song about "Deceleration of independence"

All these other artists don't got no independence,

The white boy sees this as a clearance, now its

Roar through the nation independence proclamation

The world should turn as soon as my records spin

But i'm from jers' and we don't play that shitfrom the clare down to north bricks, all my niggas flipping chips

Releasing albums will probably be in the rented but the doesn't stop me from independence

Independence, yeah i achieve that

She got something i never had

Give me a reason why i'm not the best breathing

Tired of feeling wired of dealing

Ill imprison you with my twisted lyrics and scream "fuck your independence!"

Without my crew and me, slurring words and spitting so loosely but its so fast its

Top of my pile of bodies

Niggas wanna know why i'm so nice

Furniture made of the flesh of my foes

Big homie hov said i am close