This is a song about "Prohibition of tying"

Your yard, full of pieces of lard

We raiders of the lost ark

If you don't give a fuck, put your hands up high

Of that gangja from the shores of shanghai

Where i'm from they is ruthless

The one who em talks of

They bringing me fish and chips

King of the va, off of those toxins.

You're uncool like my mother kin

Of instant elation

Of the book of your life

We hustle to survive

Cause the media is full of dirty tricks

Most of y'all drop quick cause of impatience,