This is a song about "Crossroads of serects"

Out of this coviction of feelings

Got a nigga seein things

Return of the king of flow

She so sweet, shortie feed my ego

Illusion of days of elysium fields full of gladiators

And ain't it shameful, how niggas blame hoes for givin' birth

But when i knock this shit off, i'mma go and buy some laker shit

A little more of me through generation of a debate of hatred

This is how she want to live

Of the book of your life

Top of my pile of bodies

I'm everything that they call nice

So rest your weary heart

Your yard, full of pieces of lard

Defendants of a meddle, restless full of potential

Roll up and inhale, i live next to denzel