This is a song about "Domination of one country by the political"

Leading with the speed by like one or two laps

If i could do it all again, have just one more chance

From each one of my limbs, by each one of my friends

Came from humble beginnings now its nothing but ends

Attacked by martyrs of the past

Miami nights, made a couple grand

Ain't too fond of relationships though my hobby is relation

One day that they're screwed by the companies, lock the nation,

Sometimes you buy the ring, with no problems you will love

By twisting the definition of superstitious.

Fucking chin-checkin' punks 'til he's outta breath and done

You so get done by the one who'll teach you a lesson

Trickin’ shit for kids and you know i dont need no cereal

A country preachin' ideals of all breeds of people bein' equal