This is a song about "Barcelona"

You kidding meit's really nothing to me and my king

A kubali khan kinda don, choosing dudes to be done in

No achilles heel invincible like achilles before he was killed,

Anyone disagrees is gettin speared /anyone don t agree is just weird/

Catch me out in barcelona, reading chomsky, feeling lean

And your pussy was the cameo but stole the scene

It's the don rapping at the dawn

We gonna be all the way gone

That's why you'll find her on the floor

You don;t thin anymore

I've been so thorough, that's what i boast for

Keep it aggressive, peace don of war,

Give these bitches my seed, swear they don't need a nanny

And that goes for don, 420, justin, carl, great, and randy,

That's word to my mom

Since i was killed by the don,