This is a song about "Empire strikes back"

And we ain't hard to find is the tales that we kick

Disaster strikes demons follow when you summon the mic,

Diamond empire motha fucker we da officials

Can we take shots? what's your flavor? flat drinks we call a cups

Real recognize real, real women dont know you

I have empire that are ready to kill a few

The light strikes the ground and opens a fissure

See, i like the person that you are

Got the perfect plan to help me get her

Receive a cult following my own empire

We building an empire that will be remembered like camelot

My nomo could be found in stores but the jersey only nomo got

It's time to turn the streets into a war zone

He had an empire set up on his own