This is a song about "The declaration independence"

And yeah we up in stadium, quarterbacking hoes

In the field of the damned, the only sentries are the crows.

You been aching for that cuz what they playing on the station is wack

The feds introduced the drugs, all the acid, the dope and smack,

Goin’ for the grips every day ’til the grave

In the coupe with the tec, it's the home of the brave

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

Stay gold, alchemy, nigga we rap's alpha team

Independence, yeah i achieve that

They napped and slept on me, man, i hate black

I bring the heat like the

Now hey little mama

But i'm from jers' and we don't play that shitfrom the clare down to north bricks, all my niggas flipping chips

Releasing albums will probably be in the rented but the doesn't stop me from independence

Blowin' fuck it i don't care, dreads is flyin' everywhere

You’re the plastic, i’m the passion and the magic in the air