This is a song about "Comparision of planets"

Couple of shots and a glass of wine.

I'm back chillin with a friend of mine

Potentially be, part of this planets entity

That bitch bad, looking like a bag of money

See, where i come from is hard

Your yard, full of pieces of lard

Illusion of days of elysium fields full of gladiators

You send me beats via email, i'mma send them back in a hearse

Beaches of normandy.

Hopin' that my niggas see

Questioning the whole meaning

Tired of feeling wired of dealing

Return of the king of flow

Got it matching though

Sparkles in the darkness stardom is this planets greatest harvest

If i ain't get em yet, believe their name is on the short list