This is a song about "Propaganda"

Wear out tracks, let me do my thing, i got 16, for this roscoe thing

My propaganda thundering, you will wish i never stopped slumbering

In terms of propaganda this was an astronomical year

Could you speak up and stop mu-mumbling, i don't think you came in clear

And i got a girlfriend so i'm a keep lying until the verse end, fin

Is their main goal even through propaganda mind manipulation

Of propaganda so i ready myself to pop this grammar,

Wit’ some killers and everybody know who we are