This is a song about "The structure of the federal reserve"

I say i put it so deep now she a cone head

Beat of the drum soon the rhythm of the dead.

Reporting a federal crime an act of terror

Queen wit a crown that be down for whatever

At your best you might

In the face of the outside.

Cause in the end girl you’re gonna want another round, another round

That plague the families, lack of structure, it's a dumping ground,

Reserve on the low low, haters disappeared and i ask where they go though.

Apparentally it make you argue morethe more things you throw

Be the lion of the zoo be the glue of the bottle be the air of the world,

And i can't do it anymore, i'm tired of always not being first

It calls for separation of the federal state and church,

Notice everyone's faces as they here this nerd's skills emerge

Cause i'll be honest: i ain't tryna be a victim of the projects

There's several idiots, with the federal syndicates threat to no ends/