This is a song about "Assassination of the duke"

So we'll just suffer

In the heat of the summer,

Hard to move on when you always regret one

To the voice of the oblivion,

And them hating ass niggas, we ain’t like those

Furniture made of the flesh of my foes

Coz the money of is in the hands of the president

Left hand staggerin' on her muthafuckin' breast

And anybody who plays sports, you know you got politics

I'm a victim of the money, of the cash in the hundreds,

A bunch of fucking wolves and rats having niggers the size of shaq

Attempts at assassination caught the shot threw it back

Return of the king of flow

I'm just saying, i ain't bitching though

Be the lion of the zoo be the glue of the bottle be the air of the world,

Hearing this rapper kendrick whirling the words like the movement of worms is what i've learned,