This is a song about "Eleanor of aquitine"

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will

Defendants of a meddle, restless full of potential

Of being of always getting wired

And when my eyes looking like a nigga tired

Using blacks of course was of wide appeal

Bring it back, i ain't saying that i'm nas here

These cops is bad boys, baby just like puff

Of which im not exactly proud of,

Ahead of his years, ahead of his time,

It took time -- but finally the cash was mine

Thoughts of us of everything of everyone's debts

And a nigga so fly i should be droved in jets

Boogyin' with jesus and a bunch of nazi hoes

Furniture made of the flesh of my foes

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

Still standin' and in love with my prideheard frivolous beats, we past that