This is a song about "Defence of the ancients"

For the man of the hour

Good love then i can do that for her

The one who em talks of

But you hate them navel kisses

Real slow yea i'll make you feel special

The right hand of god, the left of the devil,

And yeah we up in stadium, quarterbacking hoes

Furniture made of the flesh of my foes

This rozay, wale, gunplay, and that nigga pill

Reaping the humans of leaps of good will

Tired of the pain tired of the struggle

Aren't you somethin', an original

Oh, a taco joke, domo smoke, i heard

Huh, man of the year, the man of the... work!!!

Return of the king of flow

I'm just saying, i ain't bitching though