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

Look, now roll my j tight

In the face of the outside.

The disease of the wordsmith hidden inside of the mist

I pray that that's me, but i gotta be honest

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

Move like i’m walking with an open case

With that block that you chop and the rocks as usual

Tired of the pain tired of the struggle

And when i start to rise

Of the book of your life

Raybands...hide the face of,

Hoping that nobody don't notice

She can make a pimp fall in love

The things im most scared of

Huh, man of the year, the man of the... work!!!

And i hang with wolves cause i'm an evil bastard