This is a song about "Propaganda"

In terms of propaganda this was an astronomical year

Don’t grin on me wit’ them long stares, you ain’t god unless no fear

And i have to say that music keeps me here, by far, the main thing

My propaganda thundering, you will wish i never stopped slumbering

When i ask him for shit, i get no answer, so god is the cancer

Of propaganda so i ready myself to pop this grammar,

So i can write about my life of sina couple bottles of gin

Is their main goal even through propaganda mind manipulation