This is a song about "Tar heels"

I shall not fear no man but godthough i walk through the valley of death

Remember meeting you in those italian heels and that designer dress

Worthless faggot put down that knife! stop filling your lungs up with smoke and tar

Flow retarded, i need to wipe the slob off of every bar

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

Booger bear, i'll have you up in hooker gear, i swear

I told her this here's overrated but i love your city baby

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

Spinning like wheels under my heels,

Five shots she ready to leave

The underdog of the underground has come far

Once i made it, i beat the fucking tar

Haters eyes gettin' wide like bench seats

Chills start at my heels coming up i feels