This is a song about "Fathers of confederation"

Let's have a toast for this new love

Of which im not exactly proud of,

So just let me get it, girlwhen it's all said and done

Got the eye of tiger, spit of cobra, form of a dragon

Will i, succeed, paranoid from the weed

To prove i wasn't my fathers seed

So you finally got the nerve

Or is there six different fathers,

And the articles of confederation did not last; the constitution came in

So both of our imaginations are creations of the fucking situation

Looking for dangerously hot bitches and safe sex

Thoughts of us of everything of everyone's debts

Inferior, but i'm nice

Of the book of your life

Ima tell you that's a lie, lie, lie

Of that gangja from the shores of shanghai