This is a song about "Aztec warrior"

The apache warrior, raps sorcerer no error

Queen wit a crown that be down for whatever

They getting deals with thier weak buzz

He's a warrior and laborious

And peace to this young warrior,

Life’s a bitch and i feel her

That flies me to places, with spaceships, that don't need money

Call me a warrior, not because i like curry

Yeah this the illest bitch alive, i love her freaky side

A warrior, a soldier, or a sniper eyeing down line of sight

Apparitions of armed archers aside aztec alcoves.

Two big faces on my wrist, boy i got a couple those

Your raps are classic like an aztec, your a fucking a crack head,

I gave ya girl a t-shirt since she gave the whole crew neck

And peace to this young warrior,

Baby, you know who you are