This is a song about "Building my empire"

I'll grow an empire over your dismiss

See, women are the queens, and bitches just bitches

'n' they don’t photograph, nah they don't sex like you

I have empire that are ready to kill a few

And the headrest had to have about eight thorns

Stress is building up, anxiety's in my vocal chords,

Stay gold, stray old, maturing means that your life sucks

Diamond empire motha fucker we da officials

Hoping that mama would sympathize cause she broke

Time to start building my own ...yellow brick road,

‘cause i’m addicted and you the drug, cold turkey? no sir

Receive a cult following my own empire

Speeches about terrorism therefore building settlements,

My mom is all i have so it's never meet the parents

Baby mothers quittin school, nigga now it's up to her

But its enough to build with the bricks of an empire