This is a song about "The articles of confederation"

The things im most scared of

Wood chain with a jesus

Tired of the pain tired of the struggle

Count your baby daddy’s now, 2 and a possible

In the face of the outside.

I plead with em, the system ain't right

Who real bitches check me out though

Return of the king of flow

I'm a victim of the money, of the cash in the hundreds,

It's fucking immaculate, the way your daughter smacking dicks

In the heat of the summer,

That don’t mean i’ma stunt her

If i ain't get em yet, believe their name is on the short list

The disease of the wordsmith hidden inside of the mist

Of the book of your life

Hop in and let me test drive