This is a song about "Authority"

I wake up at the slightest peep, and my sheets are 3 feet deepi guess it's hard for you to see

Sat back as the spectre giving orders to the interceptor thats not the authority

Skill or authority

Dc, man over money

And what remains from a twelve gauge to the brainarguements with my boo is true

My seniority, gives me authority, over the majority of you,

Fuck what ya heard, 'cause in reality there's no authority/

That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free