This is a song about "Massachusets in the 1600"

It’s not a game, hold your dame

The realist in the game

Go where you ain't been

Knocked out in the lunch in

The fans are in a massive spin, the cops are in/

Anyways give it up the capital the nation

These hoes ain't acting right

In the face of the outside.

Tried them didn't work, got impossible standards, nothing i ever do works

In the country , in the villages , in the earth and universe

I'm talkin ideas , motivation

That the villains are pulling in

A twenty somethin cup

Stuck in the in the tub,

Going in the wrong direction until the vibes kick in

You killed the nigga, i stole a bible, is that a sin