This is a song about "Declaration of independace"

Because of my constant fear of being betrayed

You're in the kitchen trying to fix us a hot plate

Just know fame has a price, lose everything

Tired of feeling wired of dealing

My uncle pulled me to the side

Out of mind out of sight

I'd rather have me no job than no heart

Your yard, full of pieces of lard

Nothing i'mma do is gon work

Of being of always getting wired

Thoughts of immortality

They say nothings ever free

So i guess that's where i hide my things

Out of this coviction of feelings

I see a f-cken stargot your momma screamingfor me, like i'm eldebargelookin at my skin

Academics don't mean shit if your privileged decapitation is my declaration