This is a song about "Apples of iduna"

My nigga, its all love

Raybands...hide the face of,

Tired of feeling wired of dealing

Not concerned with most rappers me i'm a king

I feel my work ain't enough

Cause america the terror of,

My uncle pulled me to the side

Out of mind out of sight

Of being of always getting wired

You're so white, my blinkers don't work

Your yard, full of pieces of lard

So rest your weary heart

I just bask in the moment, give my passion to no one

Got the eye of tiger, spit of cobra, form of a dragon

Ships that sail to distant places

Of which im not exactly proud of,