This is a song about "Make it sparkle like the fourth of july"

Like a detective just to try and make sense of it

I stay with grandma, she always bitching about her carpet

Get a piece of pussy then take my niggas to shop

Spelling like a fourth grader skipping every dot

Celebrate the very day that i get past

Cause you can't even rap in the fourth grade band

I mesomorph, into a dwarf, after engulfing the fourth quartz.

I like to think i write and rap as tighter than some biker shorts

It weighs heavy in our minds and is part of the decision when we make it.

Still standin' and in love with my prideheard frivolous beats, we past that

Fuck it, odd future some nazis, black nazis don't copy

He finds it humorous to make fun of the snobby

Cause you can't even rap in the fourth grade band

Cause i got the burner in the hand

Got smite, 'here lies, on the fourth of july', they recite as you cried tears,

Thank god for what i did with blocking against this shaky defense