This is a song about "Clout lords"

I hear pouts and the lords come to pay, my heart begin to collapse

Hop over, run backwards, with a knap sack of green supreme hats

But now it's gone, the doubt in the clout of my mouth which can spout like a twelve gauge

Two childhood friends just died, i couldn't crya damn shame, when will we ever change

I only know the underground is filled with all the warring lords,

I like to think i write and rap as tighter than some biker shorts

Chomping at your oxygen chords

Less than an hour he beheads lords

My nomo could be found in stores but the jersey only nomo got

Know you are the king of kings and lord of lords in the book revelations god

Right now at 23 i ain't mad at them reds no more

A perpendicular, angle of the clout war

We come through throbbing like thunder storms

They believe that they are the over-lords