This is a song about "Proclamation of 1763"

Create life with the beats, alicia keys

Top of my pile of bodies

They getting deals with thier weak buzz

Of potential cases

Feeling, of appealing

But he don't rule a thing

Witnessing what i did for d.c. though

Return of the king of flow

Thought you was a cutie, though your booty mad thin

Roar through the nation independence proclamation

So let 'em chase love

The one who em talks of

Tired of feeling wired of dealing

‘cause he could die any day and you still the same thing

Illusion of days of elysium fields full of gladiators

You send me beats via email, i'mma send them back in a hearse