This is a song about "Mayflower compact in 1620"

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

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

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

Perfection doesn't exist if it doesn't consume her and the truth hurts

Just before they seen my money in the green

Phone in his hand, coffee in his spleen.

It's not making sense to you right now but

Chronic in my system, liquor in my cup

In one round, in one dab damn im high in the sky

One choke of this you a note from mariah high

Sleeping in your beds and in your sheds,

But i'd just rather 2-step, like my first steps

Can’t you see just how long my run

In which are people who believes in one,

Compact my verses like a mini cooper

I'll touch slap her, dap her, plus clap her