This is a song about "Clive of india"

Defendants of a meddle, restless full of potential

I'm takin' notes, havana flow, i'm feelin' special

The battle ain't over till the black man sings

Out of this coviction of feelings

Of which im not exactly proud of,

Rub the wood and ima show em love

Top of my pile of bodies

I'm hot breeze, snot sneeze

Illusion of days of elysium fields full of gladiators

He carried weight like a mack truckgonna bust on some playa haters

King of the va, off of those toxins.

So i guess that's where i hide my things

Take her back to where i live

Of the book of your life

Of being of always getting wired

And i hang with wolves cause i'm an evil bastard