This is a song about "Joan of arc"

The battle ain't over till the black man sings

Out of this coviction of feelings

Let's roll a j and pretend we in love

Something you've never heard of

Every time i walk inside the house, she always tend to start shit

A little more of me through generation of a debate of hatred

Thoughts of us of everything of everyone's debts

Help me pay my little rent, maybe sit in a benz

I'm everything that they call nice

Top of my pile of bodies

Thoughts of immortality

Let me rideuntil i get free

‘cause he could die any day and you still the same thing

Tired of feeling wired of dealing