This is a song about "Defence of the ancients"

Because your booty mad thick behind them juicy ass lips

I'm a victim of the money, of the cash in the hundreds,

Dinner time she bring a friend, write my shit so vicious

The groups of groupies looped in the hoops of the music business,

Raybands...hide the face of,

We don't ever make love

Shaved of the face of the earth

Babies turn into shooters

I never fit in with them light skins

King of the va, off of those toxins.

The disease of the wordsmith hidden inside of the mist

Whoever want it, they better note that i’m so focused

Return of the king of flow

Heard that you alright though

Hundred k in twenty-two hours

Across the face of the earth