This is a song about "Federal reserve"

The day my mix tape drops will be the day i emerge,

It calls for separation of the federal state and church,

His gift is a curse, forget the earth, he's got the urge

It calls for separation of the federal state and church,

'cuz after i drink a bottle, wave my flag and surrender

Reporting a federal crime an act of terror

Millions are driven to federal prisons, what goes on in the heads of the victims?

And i'm the same, on e'erything i love, or everything i love

Reserve on the low low, haters disappeared and i ask where they go though.

I'm popping champagne, drinking till i'm jumping out the window

Enslavement until payment handed over by federal agents

I hear you callin' me to come back, i'm a sucka for love

Since i ain't in many penitentiaries the best revenge is fuck friends

There's several idiots, with the federal syndicates threat to no ends/

We will reserve and act like waitresses, we'll take orders,

I'm through trial, no more smiles, for a couple years