This is a song about "Prohibition of tying"

Dc, man over money

Beaches of normandy.

Let my angel sing

Feeling, of appealing

My shirt, purple label my shirt

Of being of always getting wired

Illusion of days of elysium fields full of gladiators

Just seen another brother buried plus i knew him for years

This kind of reminds me of fishin'

You're uncool like my mother kin

Out of this coviction of feelings

So here i am at the store for some chips

What the fuck? that's your fucking brother? i ain't with that jerkin' shit

A little more of me through generation of a debate of hatred

Return of the king of flow

This shit ain't nothing new though