This is a song about "Arch duke of austria assassanation"

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

And you call this shit rape but i think that rape's fun

Actually i like a broad that can bag hoes

Furniture made of the flesh of my foes

Tired of feeling wired of dealing

Now this is what i call an evening

Rollin' down the four o five

Of the book of your life

Defendants of a meddle, restless full of potential

Odd future is children that's fucked up in they mental

Waging war for yearsthe crack game wasn't big enough

Of which im not exactly proud of,

Feeling, of appealing

I was born to do the damn thing

And keep my account the same way…fuck outta here

Using blacks of course was of wide appeal