This is a song about "The declaration of independence"

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

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

Raybands...hide the face of,

She need now, she ain't never needed love

Don't forget your independence

Dc's here, this is where crack lives

So i guess i’m good naira,yoruba love give em my love

The groups of groupies looped in the hoops of the music business,

And don’t offer least of shit to these people’s opinions

To achieve an independence, it'd be too late to repent since

Cause america the terror of,

In your gold pot addin' extra sauce because

She said she wanna man, told her im real rap

Independence, yeah i achieve that

And be you, that's when it sounds beautiful

Tired of the pain tired of the struggle