This is a song about "Trail of tears andrew jackson manifest destiny"

Imaginary senses manifest in your motion.

I still keep it indie, y'all worried the dow slim

Got smite, 'here lies, on the fourth of july', they recite as you cried tears,

Thank god for what i did with blocking against this shaky defense

Calling out any mc who's daringly threatening my destiny of the crown/

Put that pussy right up in my face, i remember, the way she put it down

Pass any court date without a trail,

Fuck a deal, i just want my father's email

That's why they ride the bandwagon still be draggin' sellin' lies

But now i see it's cause of you for all the tears in my eyes

And manifest as stacks of fresh similes sick with these like a bad cough

I was hyper because i didn't get attention from my real pops

With synthetics and leaving behind a trail of prosthetics and medics

It's fucking immaculate, the way your daughter smacking dicks