This is a song about "Lexington and concord"

But i did have miss medusa, she loud and she leave me stoned

Coldest clothes, bankrolls and hoes, and o's and o's, alone and cold,

Grab the scissors and saws and

This how i hear it different

Self-awarding, negligence of the less important

Misogyny and homophobia, guns and crimes and,

Raps and beats and rhyme scheme,

For thinking you clean

Dad wasn't around -- my father figure was too short

Muskets and swords at lexington and concord

And remember what i said and

Fill up the plug, lemme light my blunt

I style on new york, pile up my fork

My life is fucked i crashed the concord

Living young and wild and free

To them it's just a story