This is a song about "Fourth of july"

Don't fast forward ima serve you some keys

Top of my pile of bodies

Ahead of his years, ahead of his time,

"aw, no ma’am" i’m an old land mine

I've got muslims calling on jesus

Of which im not exactly proud of,

Got smite, 'here lies, on the fourth of july', they recite as you cried tears,

Thank god for what i did with blocking against this shaky defense

Of potential cases

Mm got the masses

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

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

Beaches of normandy.