This is a song about "Brigade"

'cause i'm comin' at you like a dark horse

And of course, my car's off course

But in this darkness gathers an army of artists,

I'mma get on my zombie shit, wait, here's my carcass

To the top of district army hospitals for doctor visits,

Dinner time she bring a friend, write my shit so vicious

Call to the guards ''help me im sick''

If his bitch insist on getting sick

Kneel before general zod this planet's krypton, no asgard, asgard

You egotistical bastard, cannot stop the gold coming out of this jackpot/

I be murdering bars

// [you can call out your guards]

Now give me what i ask for before i kick in back doors

Screaming my voice hoarse,race at the derby yah im the best horse,

The mirror's screaming at me saying i'm emmi lola's son

The fire brigade laid rest to the flames and claimed no harm was done,