This is a song about "Politicians"

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

Would it change your mind, you politicians, and your last impression,

I style on new york, pile up my fork

Politicians calling people like him a wart

We fight with these rings with the intention to ever last

These mindless spineless politicians brainwash half the land,

Forget about the politicians cause we know they all racist

But it was written in cursive for this king to exist

The coupe i’m in is rented, i ain’t wit’ all that commitment shit

With phony politicians standing slanting unsteadily crooked

You be bitchin like one of those palestinian politicians.

Talking ridiculous have mommas getting floral opinions

George bush got some nerve, fuck a war, we trying to serve

These politicians are all held on they collars

Stay yellin at politicians, more than reptar roars

Flyer than the rest of ‘em, i hold the beat to reinforce