This is a song about "Cortes and the aztec empire"

They don't know about the meth, and the smack and the dope,

And when she not, have her feeling like she on a boat

Grab the scissors and saws and

But nah, he is quite different

Ever since then i had no job

Here's the answer and the antidote:

Lyrically or physically, step to me, you rest in peace

Just the scissors and the razor blades and many of the bodies,

Make daddy proud: i love every one of you

I have empire that are ready to kill a few

Fuck the source, i'm on cover of rolling stone

He had an empire set up on his own

You is not hip then i can not coach her

Receive a cult following my own empire

Your raps are classic like an aztec, your a fucking a crack head,

Them niggas all peaked, but you ain't seen a niggas limit yet