This is a song about "Fourth of july"

Now i'm on level fourth and still leveling up

But that throat she got have a nigga stuck

Ahead of his years, ahead of his time,

Talk shit, take a stand in the same rhyme

Of which im not exactly proud of,

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

Of the book of your life

What we gotta do to survive

Couple of shots and a glass of wine.

Oh, i was raised by the stop sign

Who trill as me, roll two of tree

Beaches of normandy.

Bring the battering ram where you live

Out of this coviction of feelings

And you're, approaching me right

Out of mind out of sight