This is a song about "Five friends blow up a castle and kill the king"

She say she want a diamond, lisa raye welcome to the player's club

And to the next nigga that step up thats when im really gonna blow up

And it's time to make a real native separation from the fake friends

Cause i'll be honest: i ain't tryna be a victim of the projects

And i'm a hit'cha wit the blow of death

My brother got knocked now they hold him in cells

With intention to lock it up and kill a win

Women'll sell they soul just to buy some attention

Stand up and kill him with a spectre

Life’s a bitch and i feel her

Hey, don't do anything that i say in this song, okay? it's fuckin' fiction

Inspired enough to one day grow up, blow up and be in a position

Ever wonder exactly where the sun goes

Fuck a club, in the whip, windows up, blow o's