This is a song about "Foundation of our tower of love"

Cause i walk around with pockets that are bigger than my bus

A dragon blasting collapsing the foundation of your palace

Alcohol and booty calls

We made fun out of our jazz talks

And this world's mine, but the womb is hers

Writing beautiful tales of our adventures

But don't deny it's the divinest love of rap for which we strive for, not our marital strife, whore

Who the fuck is the academy i want a reward for all my hard work equal score

Cause every girl i deal and fuck, it's always against her will

Conquered demonic battles in the tower of babel.

A little bit of love, a bit of bud, and some innocence

Don't make me shoot up this place with light sabers and guns

Making love to a professor of divinity

Different chef, same pot bro, not guianese buddy

So i tried to show her about the world and about just who we really are

Already tall as a tower and the color of my pigment is gettin browner,