This is a song about "Assassination of the duke"

In the heat of the summer,

Poke out from behind her

Know i meant, every motherfuckin word

Huh, man of the year, the man of the... work!!!

Like the limbs on ya feet, i suppose

Furniture made of the flesh of my foes

Got me rushed to the station

Completed assassination.

Cause i got a big fetish with the feet

Of the coke and the smoke of weed

Cause america the terror of,

Cause i can bring you to your dreams like jesus

The replacement of the word "mother"

I stop and stare at the younger

Return of the king of flow

This shit ain't nothing new though