This is a song about "Clive of india"

Of potential cases

Thought this was forever love

They disregard me, i guess they all got egos

Furniture made of the flesh of my foes

Of a nigga that don't give a fuck about time

Instead of living this life of violent crime

Wasn’t bustin’ jimmy, i’d be busy gettin’ paid

Because of my constant fear of being betrayed

Couple of shots and a glass of wine.

Gimme mines, i really rhyme

Trying to get back to this thing called love

Cause america the terror of,

Ahead of his years, ahead of his time,

So let's have a toast, everything fine

Tired of feeling wired of dealing

I come in peace like uh, extraterrestrial being