This is a song about "The conservatives"

And now the present got you struggling

The flooding of the nothing

I gotta bounce, i don’t call her

Reminisce the times and the laughter

Fuck the liberals and conservatives, we’re white and we’re black,

Pouring liquor for my niggas that was killed, send em back

So you don't got to wonder what i got up on my team

We all the same the blacks the whites the something in between

The weed into the bong

New message from mom

In the heat of the summer,

I think it excited her

I'm the nigga with the juice

When they hear me rocking the groove

So get them ends hot

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