This is a song about "A spaniard in austin"

That barrel longer than a word with 10 letters

Than wakin' up in a bed and lyin' down in a hearse

I'mma go to war with the devil 'til we're even

The fans are in a massive spin, the cops are in/

Jus a pawn in dis game,

Bad rap, cuties claim

Instead of countin sheep, niggas countin cannibalsand that's how it is in the pen

Like a czar,like austin powers im feeling randy and carlcee,other then them

With a 9 in the belt

Just say he's the best

A scythe in my left hand and a sickle in the right

Listen to treach, krs to get me through the night

In a private jet while i'm walking in

And just looked at the whole situation