This is a song about "Tar heels"

Why not my lungs are filled to capacity, tar stacked so high, i wish it was all a lie,

Dead at thirteen cause he yearned to bangsniffed a lot of flowers, but how could i cry

And my level is off, got a bigger cigar

My pen sparks the benchmark i fench off tar

But in the meantime it's lights please

Spinning like wheels under my heels,

To him, nothing is funnymind set on one thing, making his money

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

Once i made it, i beat the fucking tar

Ay yo you wonder who i are

My lungs are filled with tar, i just keep smoking that marb red square,

Insecure as bitches blind dating with a pimple there

Chills start at my heels coming up i feels

Can barely walk the city streets