This is a song about "The decloration of independance"

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

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

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

You all niggas ain't even on my level

For the man of the hour

Poke out from behind her

Of the book of your life

Hey! what's your name? oh, that's nice

Are you afraid of a thug? and have you ever made love

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

Furniture made of the flesh of my foes

2 v's in the street, blowing trees with hoes

Swear i will murk any beat

Of the coke and the smoke of weed

This one's for the lovers

Across the face of the earth