This is a song about "Fesh pince of blair"

Of the book of your life

We hustle to survive

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

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

Furniture made of the flesh of my foes

With this rap shit, you know i do the fucking most

Of being of always getting wired

They need work, the freaks here makes their knees work

They say nothings ever free

Thoughts of immortality

She said my love is outta here

Using blacks of course was of wide appeal

And i can't help but notice

The things im most scared of

It's the dc thang, incase you ain't notice

Cause america the terror of,