This is a song about "The articles of confederation"

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

And anybody who plays sports, you know you got politics

Real slow yea i'll make you feel special

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

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

Oh, a taco joke, domo smoke, i heard

And the articles of confederation did not last; the constitution came in

So both of our imaginations are creations of the fucking situation

Tired of the pain tired of the struggle

It's only right we lose greatness at its pinnacle

Ha, running rebel on another level

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

Say bye bye to her

In the heat of the summer,

It's the dc thang, incase you ain't notice

Cause america the terror of,