This is a song about "Tariff of 1789"

Middle finger up, give a fuck how they feel

Using blacks of course was of wide appeal

Ugh, and that's gross but she love it though

Return of the king of flow

King of the va, off of those toxins.

She seen that geechi shit, ain't been to church since

Couple of shots and a glass of wine.

So the mind they mine don't coincide with mine

Of being of always getting wired

No rubber sole, hardwood bastard

Illusion of days of elysium fields full of gladiators

Just seen another brother buried plus i knew him for years

Beaches of normandy.

Who trill as me, roll two of tree

Your yard, full of pieces of lard

So rest your weary heart