This is a song about "Callm of duty"

Of the book of your life

Take her back to where i live

King of the va, off of those toxins.

Bout some, but never put out the stout guns

I’m popping now, every other hour, paparazzi come

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

"aw, no ma’am" i’m an old land mine

Couple of shots and a glass of wine.

Illusion of days of elysium fields full of gladiators

And ain't it shameful, how niggas blame hoes for givin' birth

Furniture made of the flesh of my foes

Wayne told me that and that's just how it goes

Of which im not exactly proud of,

I think found where your mind was