This is a song about "English american sun until its"

East coast, still them w's just raised up for real

Can't finish meal gotta english feel

Caught up and slipping for fearing a mcdonald’s position

They can say its their house, until the chill starts to ease in

Shining like the golden sun

This thing that you could imagine

Burning american flags, screamin fuck fags,

And dj's play my records cause i make the needles dance

Complexion from heaven don't be bleaching your shit

I contort the game until its distorted/

An eighth of grape ape hella joints to the head got my eyes all varsity red

When some shit pops in my head, my mind is crazy, hops, drops, and flops until its dead

Just as you rose you will fall

Its yours until the protocol

Don’t know which one i’ma drive, fuck it, i’m just gone fly

My english teacher wanted to flunk me in junior high