This is a song about "Fourth of july"

I hear my niggas screaming fuck the world

Of being of always getting wired

Ronald reagan sagging fourth amendment begging

Just to be around you is a blessing

Of potential cases

And men'll chase love

Of which im not exactly proud of,

Ships that sail to distant places

I see a f-cken stargot your momma screamingfor me, like i'm eldebargelookin at my skin

Now answer my questions im about to spit fourth, remember show no remorse now begin,

About disaster in the world and

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

Top of my pile of bodies

Gotta go, let her leave

Then she riding on the topshe about to make it pop

Spelling like a fourth grader skipping every dot