This is a song about "Fourth of july"

I mesomorph, into a dwarf, after engulfing the fourth quartz.

I like to think i write and rap as tighter than some biker shorts

Fuck a mask, i want that ho to know it's me, ugh

Now i'm on level fourth and still leveling up

All she thinking bout is how to take his last

Cause you can't even rap in the fourth grade band

Before we see it's hard to live

Of the book of your life

King of the va, off of those toxins.

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

And this will be the song that we sing

Tired of feeling wired of dealing

When i die tell them to turn my coffin to stretch benz

Thoughts of us of everything of everyone's debts