This is a song about "Gettysburg address"

You can tell from my address,

And i'm a just take another guess

In the back of a chevy that’s all black

Address the press by startin a attack

For no reason, ain't the best of the times, address the divide

I leave a hater like he lost a watermelon fight

I point out the flaws you refuse to address,

Now you probably wishing that you would have said yes

That's the shit that we address, admire how we talk about it,

Took off my rollie and got on some audemeer shit

He gave his address, and she agreed to go meet him

Flowin' like i'm in poker, you never know my emotion

Pathological liars even know i'm the truth

Tryna address issues to this generation’s youth,