This is a song about "Decleration of independence"

Best believe i'm leaving with more of those

Furniture made of the flesh of my foes

Know i meant, every motherfuckin word

Of being of always getting wired

So i guess that's where i hide my things

Don't forget your independence

Look how i do it, yo i'm taking you back

Independence, yeah i achieve that

Mr. underdog and this is not a bark

Your yard, full of pieces of lard

Tired of feeling wired of dealing

And how it feels to feel that feeling

The things im most scared of

Is there any love

Illusion of days of elysium fields full of gladiators

Just seen another brother buried plus i knew him for years