This is a song about "Declaration of independance"

See this what happens when you rap like you ain't no ones favorite

A little more of me through generation of a debate of hatred

I know my calling's worth like phone card

Your yard, full of pieces of lard

Don't fast forward ima serve you some keys

Top of my pile of bodies

Just seen another brother buried plus i knew him for years

Illusion of days of elysium fields full of gladiators

Part of my heart beat, inside of me

Supportin' my baby girl just like daddy

Reaping the humans of leaps of good will

This rozay, wale, gunplay, and that nigga pill

Tired of feeling wired of dealing

And my wish is to have everything

Yep she's on x, i called that bitch speed burst

Of being of always getting wired