This is a song about "Jim crow laws the new south georgia s economy and georgia post reconstruction"

Hundred k in twenty-two hours

That's my in the life south.

Duct tape and tied to the motherfucking bed post

And be the last nigga left, then i'll be ghost

Cook up and run where i'm from, the south son,

There are times when you'll need someone

A rebel tho, i dont hold my lips

Whores, cocaine laws and sirens

Real words...elegant: a piece of art

And like light post i be shining in the dark

Now i’m killing these shows, i just deliver the hope

Im the lyrical hangman this post the rope

A military mind mean money

Intervals polluting the economy/