This is a song about "Pennsylvania"

Look at you, what makes you ashamed of bein blacknothin' but love for you my sister

Leg into place so i can dip into her inner river, i slither, in a finger,

After the dog is done his feast take him down to the river

Still dreaming up ways to help you niggas die quicker

To the homestead suites to drink liquor

And on the banks of this river

It's way too lateand if i got to die young then it's just my fate

It ain't havoc or damage, it's magic in an artistic state

You fake niggas like great and randy u go unnoticed like the capital of

And i'm the same, on e'erything i love, or everything i love

I look down in the river, no sound in that wet mirror

But this bitch really think that i'm 'bout to buy her dinner

And on the banks of this river

Growing up, your dreams are getting bigger

Wait a minute holy shit are you capital j?

I plan on getting back *censored* the worst way