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,

My life is fucked i crashed the concord

Bomaye, killa cam, my lord

A criminal grind mean hustle

And inhospitable,

Riddles and jokes and scary crows

You feel it from your head to your toes

As well as supper; then i'll rummage through her ruptured cunt

And my tongue stay flicking, over clits and fucking lips and

Raps and beats and rhyme scheme,

Come see real niggas on my team

, iffy and pitiful , shitty and beautiful,

Don't fuck around and make it truemy adversaries crumble

Bitch, i might make you my baby

Living young and wild and free