This is a song about "History"

I'mma conspiracy theory rollin thru makin history

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

Had a place in history

Come on this journey

Funny how money, chains and whips make me feel free

Instead of darkened fiends writing her fucking history,

It's a mystery why you think you'd be anything less than history.

Roll along and got tipsy then tonight, tommorow you the mystery

I'm not in my prime yet and you witnessing history

A single mother with a problem child, daddy free

Nothin sweet when i attend, see

I'll make you history...

I'll make you history...

Who trill as me, roll two of tree

My bitch likes to cut the dope and bag it for a fee

And now he's telling me "fuck rap" focus on history,