This is a song about "Declaration of indeoendence"

Tired of the pain tired of the struggle

Of finding myself as an individual

Declaration of war, lets get competitive if you think to me you're on par.

So i tried to show her about the world and about just who we really are

Your yard, full of pieces of lard

Snitches here don't got no heart

Tired of feeling wired of dealing

And she would do anything for everything

And by the way i'mma start

Your yard, full of pieces of lard

Out of mind out of sight

Throw your hands to the sky tonight

Got the eye of tiger, spit of cobra, form of a dragon

But when it’s all said and done i’mma be ahead of them

Inferior, but i'm nice

Top of my pile of bodies