This is a song about "Greats of mayans"

Big stacks, no lego bricks

Advancing like mayans

I'm a king.you should kiss my pinky ring

Tired of feeling wired of dealing

And i've been uplifting the people i'm with

The greats have passed, our time at last, the hero is/

Here i go writing raps against the modern greats

You think that we was learnin' from other rappers' mistakes

Rollin' down the four o five

Of the book of your life

Of being of always getting wired

Fucked up, hating ass areas in the world

Got the eye of tiger, spit of cobra, form of a dragon

If i ever hand you some weed, it's free, you don't owe me none

She'll do anything for me, nothing but hits

Out of this coviction of feelings