This is a song about "Town hall meetings"

Sweet, okay makes sense

We'll run this fucking town x5

I'm an overachiever, so how about i start a team of leaders

I'm at meetings shaking hands and adding commas to my net worth

Petty thoughts could keep your brain down

Make your mark all over the town

Hands up, throw me up against the wall

And throw her shit in the hall

Roll hall of fame even though i walk in the church

Hit em so hard skin and bone start to merge

That's, that's the only way i know how to hold it down

Now this anxiety is chasing me around town to town

In a hall i, hear groans and whispers muttering things more obscure,

All the possessions you possess, and they can't keep your spirit full

I'm getting it, hustlin' like i'm still down

Pretending it counts, offending the town