This is a song about "Defense of the ancients"

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

I hear you callin' me to come back, i'm a sucka for love

The disease of the wordsmith hidden inside of the mist

Break himand let him see tha face of a mental patient

The things im most scared of

Or now they don't praise enough

That’s like a complacent atheist is asking for jesus

Over the last line of defense, run the ball like sweetness

Coz the money of is in the hands of the president

In life she the wife who was right in that deep end

Across the face of the earth

Know just what your worth

Return of the king of flow

Got some ill gold, diamonds thats still low