This is a song about "Failures of the jefferson administration"

I can only love you when you’re undressed

My failures show his work at best

No stress battling cos you copy shit, but i'm original, invent it like thomas jefferson/

Call that bitch rondoi'm fresher than the prom hoteach her, we don't fly coachshe fuckin' but she act dumb

I like my glasses filled, as if it has to spill

Reaping the humans of leaps of good will

Rain, rain go away, that's what all my haters say

Board of administration, yeah we here to stay.

And what i done just ain't enough

Cause america the terror of,

The name of the game is

But you hate them navel kisses

Tired of the pain tired of the struggle

With that block that you chop and the rocks as usual