This is a song about "Alexander del greco"

In greece i'd pilot a chariot thru skies at morning

So i happen to phil jacksons along the way with this talking

Ain't no nigga touching my style, it got a force field

Ur a spartan at battle n your dumbass aint got a shield

Warriors, crooks, spartan army's and foot

And that’s a scary thing, i try to duck em good

Forget the attic, i fuck her in her basement, the hidey hole

Cause with your hand in my hand and a pocket full of soul

My past isn't tragic, but i've got a couple of skeletons in my attic

Fuck her friendthen i pass her to the big homiegot a sign on my dick

And even though we seperated, you said that you'd wait

I'm on a relentless crusade like alexander the great//

My lyrics are a toxin, its quite rotten but bitch i'm a spartan rollin on dubs like a

Splash tha niggaswill i dash your niggasonce i mash these figguzi’ll be badder nigga

Roses/ and immortal tactics buried in my attic

You is just a groupie bitch and groupie bitch, no i am sick