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

Kinda pop tart, when i bite into them red

Beat of the drum soon the rhythm of the dead.

This the clash of the titans

So i guess that's where i hide my things

Coz the money of is in the hands of the president

I dont need no chains with no cross to know that i’m blessed

Of the book of your life

You make a nigga sing songs nice

Got smite, 'here lies, on the fourth of july', they recite as you cried tears,

Thank god for what i did with blocking against this shaky defense

Real slow yea i'll make you feel special

The right hand of god, the left of the devil,

She don't even need a job, got one anyways

Fuck #foreplay, i went from 4th to the 1st base

The things im most scared of

She can make a pimp fall in love