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

Your performing magic tricks and breaking the laws of psychics

It's fucking immaculate, the way your daughter smacking dicks

Is it defying the laws of physics and science

Have you with professional killas, chasing hits

Know just what your worth

Post cards and my letters

Im the lyrical hangman this post the rope

And yea i should’ve seen the signs by my first quote

The economy were i am has less chance of profession and your better

And so the muscle flow is something you can't get no muzzel for

Paralyzed to the feeling, all the hate i see

Intervals polluting the economy/

Freakin' out all i see is clouds

And i'm from the dirty south,

And post the shit on instagram

Big shit popping, i'm the man