This is a song about "Salem"

I wake up at the slightest peep, and my sheets are 3 feet deepi guess it's hard for you to see

#paired like #analogies, i'm earning #capital, you're the #lesser #g, that's all from me

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

And destroy the army. so bad, pacifists would enjoy to tar me.

Someway, somehow nigga feeling

Tired of feeling wired of dealing

Because your pops wasn't anxious

To burn innocent rabbits

This aint your town, this aint your city

Now i can draw your face up pretty

Bomaye, killa cam, my lord

Boston, threw the tea overboard

I'm tryna better my chances of becoming a star

Let the smoke drift away whilst your lungs fill with tar,

Where respect is earned, many try.... too many crash an burn,

My life accelerated, but had to wait my turn