This is a song about "Defense of the ancients"

From the palms of jeffrey dahmer, baby mamas said the kicks

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

The disease of the wordsmith hidden inside of the mist

Her mom died, heroin overdose stuffed in her wrist

Be the lion of the zoo be the glue of the bottle be the air of the world,

So superb but how am i eating your bars if this rap is getting you served

And everybody's having sex

Im a rife, kills past your defense,

Double m g forever though

Return of the king of flow

Tired of the pain tired of the struggle

To make karma come faster than she normally will

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

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will

Pullin' up in trucks, carried off in a bus

Cause america the terror of,