This is a song about "Exploration of georgia"

We raiders of the lost ark

Your yard, full of pieces of lard

King of the va, off of those toxins.

If we don't fix this then you'll see the same things

Furniture made of the flesh of my foes

They disregard me, i guess they all got egos

Straight up fuck all y’all nigga's talking about that nigga changed shit

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

Just seen another brother buried plus i knew him for years

Illusion of days of elysium fields full of gladiators

Out of mind out of sight

Don't worry just done get inside

It's only right we lose greatness at its pinnacle

Tired of the pain tired of the struggle

Top of my pile of bodies

So dope, shit, i sold y’all copies