This is a song about "Ender wiggin and arthur dent"

And their mothers and fathers

Talking of the gods you serve

Social conditioning and

You couldn't live your life for the moment

My identity, i sentenced in "i dent it in" til you heard it perfect

Selling my assets, i'm so damn illegal that i need to be arrest

And some strawberries and some chocolate

And tired of his shit and tries to just split

Cause i’ve been counting all this dirty paper for a minute

Rollin in ma bentley, not even a fuckin dent in it//

But i did have miss medusa, she loud and she leave me stoned

Coldest clothes, bankrolls and hoes, and o's and o's, alone and cold,

Educated to kill and now they call me ender/

Finding-nemo-ass niggas get your life together