This is a song about "Eage of legends"

Droppin jackets on the stripper and every single is fifty

These three legends inspired me to spit on the mic lyrically

It's the way we've adapted, though fuck it i made it happen

Got the eye of tiger, spit of cobra, form of a dragon

Although thought that we would grow

Return of the king of flow

Out of mind out of sight

But i gotta make sure i’m right

Thoughts of us of everything of everyone's debts

And a nigga so fly i should be droved in jets

Tired of feeling wired of dealing

I got bars u lil niggas sell ring

Even the legends of my town listen to me spit and there shocked

But there's a devil in the ghetto tryin to tear it apart

Sticking to the legends but keeping everything eccentric/

Statistics say that niggas with no father ain't going to be shit