This is a song about "The articles of confederation"

Cause america the terror of,

Always knew where the pot was

I surely don't, so get off your high horse before you get impaled and feel the wrath of my worst

Be the lion of the zoo be the glue of the bottle be the air of the world,

80 holes in your shirt, there: your own jamaican clothes

//summary of the moral of the story is in the notes>>

Let me change the temperature

The replacement of the word "mother"

The drug that they brain need

Of the coke and the smoke of weed

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

And if you disagree, suck a couple pimple-covered dicks

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

Odd future is children that's fucked up in they mental

Wood chain with a jesus

The things im most scared of