This is a song about "The decleration of independance"

If she mine i'mma take her to a newer level

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

To dream is to live life’s full potential

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

She seen that geechi shit, ain't been to church since

King of the va, off of those toxins.

All we do is work white, sorta like a dentist

The disease of the wordsmith hidden inside of the mist

Niggas run around with them chickens just leave with the fishes

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

Beat of the drum soon the rhythm of the dead.

You claim you a dog, my nigga, i’m the vet

Then put it into sex drive

Of the book of your life

Tired of the pain tired of the struggle

Of finding myself as an individual