This is a song about "Propaganda"

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

Is their main goal even through propaganda mind manipulation

My propaganda thundering, you will wish i never stopped slumbering

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

In terms of propaganda this was an astronomical year

Okay he’s gone now, roll her eyes when he whispers in her ear

Baby mothers quittin school, nigga now it's up to her

Of propaganda so i ready myself to pop this grammar,