This is a song about "Anythcall of dutying"

Feeling, of appealing

In my drawsring, ring, ring

Body doze, who ? give em karate blows

Furniture made of the flesh of my foes

They say i talk like im god body

Part of my heart beat, inside of me

Like a small garage in your backyard

Your yard, full of pieces of lard

Tired of feeling wired of dealing

And she would do anything for everything

No timeouts homeboy, just one time

Instead of living this life of violent crime

Defendants of a meddle, restless full of potential

I ain't got time to swag nigga this is monumental

Of being of always getting wired

It's all for the thought of havin' more than required