This is a song about "The settlement of jamest"

Tired of the pain tired of the struggle

It's only right we lose greatness at its pinnacle

Thinkin of the the dreams

So if you wanna leave

I confessed bein' atheist, they said i was possessed

Coz the money of is in the hands of the president

We should fuck each others mothers

Shaved of the face of the earth

Baby moms on greyhound for 8 hours

Across the face of the earth

The one who em talks of

Always knew where the pot was

In the face of the outside.

And you're, approaching me right

To the voice of the oblivion,

And we ain't land on that mr. reagan