This is a song about "Archaeology and anthropology are related"

And delete that weed you are

The hotels we staying in twelve star

She was so stuck, a fool in love with the wrong thing

Kings are clashing and storm storms are slashing

But the cogs are turning, and

And get caught, in the moment

Don't make me shoot up this place with light sabers and guns

Rullette russian rappers and guns related they cousins,

You wrote that big shit but nothing is related to rapping.

Octopussy special effect the wet bitches be banging

Others are cocksuckers, and the rest are blind/

Shit i'm lying too! told that bitch i love her for her mind

So you finally got the nerve

And my guns are directors