This is a song about "The six principles of the united states constitustion"

Spine into the digit.. six, he's gone sick,

Just like a cannon from the teen in nick

But i guess i'm just gonna make this fish stew because

It's half past five and i'm the seven that six was afraid of

I ain't from the states but i get money like bill gates

I got geechi on her, came back: a hundred chains

Seven fifty six k. and that's the down speed yo

With plans to reach the end even if i had to star slow

My paper long, yep, you left alone, you gets no fucks

And so far, the start used, was by in large- principles."

While the states are spraying kids with 'straying' clips for cash that's running

Ho i kick it, i punt it like reggie roby or something

Ignorant denim no wonder i got mad kicks

Big red creature with a six pack of the apocalypse