This is a song about "Clout lords"

Even when these drug lords hear, they'll take that as a myth//

But you been looking for love in all the wrong places

A perpendicular, angle of the clout war

Her hair all over the bed, that make me love her more

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

You gotta look at reality, understand that shit so you don't get caught

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

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

But i don’t knock you i just blame it on your old head, rats

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

And the headrest had to have about eight thorns

They believe that they are the over-lords