This is a song about "July 23"

Even the cops can't stop us, my enemies flipwhen they see me drink a fifth of that hennessy

Ancient regimes believed in absolutism related to aryan supremacy

I see a f-cken stargot your momma screamingfor me, like i'm eldebargelookin at my skin

Jesus! this god-forsaken, generation! they can't even have a normal conversation!

We are the hope of the culture, they supposed to listen

23. lyricism is my one and only vision,

Shouting till they hear me on saturn lighting this path with my lyrical lantern

A cynical state of mind, untypical words with sophistical meaning, mystical turn/

But regrettable lines and all those failures were making my consciousnesses forgettable

Alcoholic dad died of damaged liver..step dad was also a leaver he succumbed to my shovel/

Martin luther i must’ve seenmixtape, mix ya body with tapethat’s what that green’ll bring

Tail grabbing, bitch yapping, pigs crashing, react without reaction, which motherfucker's strapping