This is a song about "Guardians of the galaxy"

The groups of groupies looped in the hoops of the music business,

Niggas run around with them chickens just leave with the fishes

//summary of the moral of the story is in the notes>>

My momma taught me never steal and never tell on folks

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

She got cold feet, my love will be the sun, get it done

Affects not us but the guardians fate

Low income no bills getting paid

Shout out them strippers who hustle

The king of the jungle

The malady a galaxy of self-fulfilling prophecies

Lyrically or physically, step to me, you rest in peace

Cause america the terror of,

Then the blood drip on the floor poison pieces

People love hodgy i hate you though

Return of the king of flow