This is a song about "Der reich"

Provided by the arms king of the east side

And just for that, i'mma blow 25 tonight

To speak from the soul and just leave it with them

To the voice of the oblivion,

I be deeping her up, said the d is a drug

Off of the third blunt i burnt up with my purp cup,

If its a different state or different city?

And my hadukid is watch how i do them, see

I've been living in a grand repetition,

They don't see my vision, grown man mission

Best believe i'm leaving with more of those

Furniture made of the flesh of my foes

Sunbathing with a hundred grand on boats sailing

Tryin’ to bag a brother with a super bowl ring

There's no wonder i feel this way, always in a state,

And he's the only nigga in this particular grade