This is a song about "Eleanor of aquitaine"

I reel them in, goadomes on see

Part of my heart beat, inside of me

I can teach you all the sounds of love

Of which im not exactly proud of,

Money ain't a thing

Feeling, of appealing

He carried weight like a mack truckgonna bust on some playa haters

Illusion of days of elysium fields full of gladiators

Right flows down and they might go nice

Of the book of your life

Every time i walk inside the house, she always tend to start shit

A little more of me through generation of a debate of hatred

Of potential cases

Mm got the masses

Furniture made of the flesh of my foes

Big homie hov said i am close