This is a song about "Guta empire"

Rather die making money than live poor and legal

Empire that's peaceful, fuck that, guess i'm just evil.

Bring ya soulto tha true, let em know we come through

I have empire that are ready to kill a few

Paparazzi, magazines: please leave me alone

He had an empire set up on his own

Snakes ain't got enough nuts to replace mesittin in this, livin hell, listenin to niggas yell

Cause his empire was on fire he will send to hell who desire, who will be punished by gods well

That you allow me to work it 'til you know what your actual worth means

The maskin' in dire of cavin' in. breakin' empire that's how it seems

Receive a cult following my own empire

Real nigga no pistol to keep to shoot her

Diamond empire motha fucker we da officials

Can we take shots? what's your flavor? flat drinks we call a cups

And certain death for us ghetto bastardswhat can we do when we're arrested, but open fire

Or a fake like you out of the blue i'm throwing a mackaveli like you off the empire