This is a song about "Fesh pince of blair"

I miss you at my recent show

Return of the king of flow

And a nigga so fly i should be droved in jets

Thoughts of us of everything of everyone's debts

Furniture made of the flesh of my foes

I'm love stoned from everywhere and she knows

Defendants of a meddle, restless full of potential

Serving gumbo with a shovel, dog i'm on another level

King of the va, off of those toxins.

I’m so fly i don’t even got wings

Coconuts ciroc where puff at, never fall in love, don't cuff that

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

I be gettin' money

Beaches of normandy.

I don't know, obviously i disappear

Using blacks of course was of wide appeal