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

It's not a figure of speech when i tell you that i dumped her

Got lacks of tears now i'm wiping them with a wiper///

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

If you see us in the club, we'll be actin' real nice

You gon' tip her

Destiny or future

And it's hard to find god when you ain't never seen him

Imaginary senses manifest in your motion.

Why'd you slang crack? cause i had toa nigga gotta pay the fuckin rent

A light went aside from him and darkness allowed itself to manifest

Cause i ain't really lift weights, i didn't need them

I kill the beat like andrew jackson did the red men

Next to it: stash mattress. under it: cash, bastard

Hurl the bullshit, these words of sweat and tears will soon be heard.