This is a song about "Fourth of july"

Out of this coviction of feelings

Bring the battering ram where you live

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

With such an ugly picture in it and

Alcohol and booty calls

But as time goes back and fourth,

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

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

Wisest to be rappin since mac was in fourth grade.

Just know you hatin on that nigga, nigga get it straight

Tired of feeling wired of dealing

You know that love is a very serious thing

Shawty look half indian and never say a thing

Ronald reagan sagging fourth amendment begging