This is a song about "Empire builder"

We building an empire that will be remembered like camelot

You gotta look at reality, understand that shit so you don't get caught

And certain death for us ghetto bastardswhat can we do when we're arrested, but open fire

Or a fake like you out of the blue i'm throwing a mackaveli like you off the empire

He looked up, "body-builder macho-man" for his profile,

I know they gon' see me unless they senile

Snakes ain't got enough nuts to replace mesittin in this, livin hell, listenin to niggas yell

Cause his empire was on fire he will send to hell who desire, who will be punished by gods well

Diamond empire motha fucker we da officials

Out in the district they selling water and buying pistols

If doing it is wrong, i don’t wanna be right

She call me bob the builder cause i screw shit so tight

I have empire that are ready to kill a few

But it might lead to that r2d2, the mobsters creep through

The maskin' in dire of cavin' in. breakin' empire that's how it seems

That you allow me to work it 'til you know what your actual worth means