This is a song about "Declaration of independance"

Your yard, full of pieces of lard

I know my calling's worth like phone card

Instead of living this life of violent crime

I been waiting to blow up for a long damn time

In your gold pot addin' extra sauce because

Of which im not exactly proud of,

Thoughts of us of everything of everyone's debts

Thats my surroundings in compton, have common sense

Is to be more than just a rap musicianthe elevation of today's generation

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

I'm so intact so i stay sharp

Your yard, full of pieces of lard

This declaration, a representation of my dedication/

Now everybody smoke to it, for this is, the celebration