This is a song about "Tariff of 1789"

Return of the king of flow

At this love thing toe to toe

But right there, they still scheming, they not eating

Tired of feeling wired of dealing

But when i knock this shit off, i'mma go and buy some laker shit

A little more of me through generation of a debate of hatred

Got the eye of tiger, spit of cobra, form of a dragon

But everybody is a g with the weed in them

It's a fools fatewithout your word

Of being of always getting wired

While she blame mesecrets in tha dark

Your yard, full of pieces of lard

My nigga, its all love

Of potential cases

This for my niggas that really rap hard

Your yard, full of pieces of lard