This is a song about "Branches of governent"

King of the va, off of those toxins.

I’m so fly i don’t even got wings

Top of my pile of bodies

Not likely like stay long please

Of instant elation

It ain't where i been

You let it slide, i hit home-runs, clean her dugout till i’m done

Got the eye of tiger, spit of cobra, form of a dragon

And you cute, shorty; let's get low

Return of the king of flow

Rollin' down the four o five

Of the book of your life

Thoughts of immortality

No cadillac, no perms, you can't see