This is a song about "Eleanor of aquitine"

Although thought that we would grow

Return of the king of flow

Something wicked this way comemore than an adversary i'm very quick

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

Instead of living this life of violent crime

A couple pair of lips, i'm smoochin' on ya panty line

I'm back chillin with a friend of mine

Ahead of his years, ahead of his time,

Using blacks of course was of wide appeal

And i'mma be honest she's the fliest here

Illusion of days of elysium fields full of gladiators

And ain't it shameful, how niggas blame hoes for givin' birth

Looking at your money

Beaches of normandy.

Yeah, glitterati, big bodies and tall swings

Out of this coviction of feelings