This is a song about "The treaty of ghent"

I feel my work ain't enough

The one who em talks of

Cause america the terror of,

Pullin' up in trucks, carried off in a bus

Um tom frazier, new lebron haters

Shaved of the face of the earth

No rubber sole, hardwood bastard

Huh, man of the year, the man of the... work!!!

I'm a victim of the money, of the cash in the hundreds,

Oooo your booty so thick behind them juicy ass lips

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

But i need your faith in me, i'm a sucka for love

Odd future is children that's fucked up in they mental

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

You a lady boss, now you fly free

To the rigors of the industry