This is a song about "The life of a british soldier in the time of the american revolution"

Living underground like a godfather buried alive

Or will we matter? in the end, this rendition of life

The outskirts distribute my vision contributing to the burns i position

Lack execution i fail but no conclusion in need of a revolution

I live in the american south with the racial divide,

Walter payton mercedez, sweetness in every ride

Feel like the only rapper that look at you with no trouble

Predictable, however, is the life of a criminal

I used to have a nine to five

Thats the story of ya life

Be a soldier, march on, leave those fuckers in the dirt,

Saying they all different, but i don’t show them no effort

Becoming one of the best is one of my doubts in life

Cause they don't give a fuck about usbut when i start to rise

In a turtle neck, thermal jeans, spit purple wine

Personally,i could of done life twice the first time