This is a song about "The 4th of july"

To the voice of the oblivion,

Insubordinate for good reason

Cause america the terror of,

Don’t you be holding back, your love

4th quarter, how you gon go and take mike out?

But it don't feel half as good as grandma saying she's proud

Big homie hov said i am close

Furniture made of the flesh of my foes

When they twist and talk with they fingers

Shaved of the face of the earth

So you she would hide cause she thought of me as a typical guy

Committin' those letter crimes unpredictable like weather in july

The disease of the wordsmith hidden inside of the mist

If you think you can spit then i am the fuckin' dentist

Is you big enough

Raybands...hide the face of,