This is a song about "Native tribes of the olympic peninsula"

No crucifix chains, i’m ain’t sure if i’m forgiven, lord

Running from the cops like that shit is an olympic sport,

Your bitch, she ugly, i kick her out the bed

Beat of the drum soon the rhythm of the dead.

Don’t you be holding back, your love

Cause america the terror of,

Ass shots is a plus

The things im most scared of

Of the coke and the smoke of weed

Hot whips somethin cold on my feet

Running from the motherfuckin' cops like it's an olympic sport,

Yeah, um, as you can probably tell from listening to this record

Return of the king of flow

Addicted to stardom, a wish to blow

But i got cousins overseas that come to me for better clothes

//summary of the moral of the story is in the notes>>