This is a song about "Headquarters"

My nigga kato, ready for whatever

With lyrics flowing through my head, left, right and centre

Know just what your worth

Post cards and my letters

Baby told me that she never memorized a verse

Bench press while surrounded by a bunch of alligators

So if i talk down to a man

Bases full, i grand slam/

So i grab her by the hands and hold her down to the bench

Fuckin' with my people well that's called the heath ledge

Trying to shake, the crates and fakes and snakes

Speak too late be taken post to sleep on stakes

And if they all in your business then you don't need a twitter

I collect debts an post death threats, pain inflicter amoungst your sister,

I don’t care where ya are

Rout the centre forced surrender