This is a song about "New england"

Snorin' in the bed with blankets cause my head spin

This is a new generation of the new worlds nation

Win or losered or bluewe must all stay true

Quays made a baby his birth rates new

Don't think this oppression's new,

If only i could rap to you

And i can't breath when i'm high cause the airs too thin

A new world order, with a new constitution

Sabotage, sabotage, i love you

We always get baked, the concept isn't new

I'm the king of england france was getting old,

So i could find my rainbow, my pot of gold

We're done, same old thing isnt nothin new.

No more amore, i refuse to force you

My ride old but my rims new,

Cause when i make this stew