This is a song about "Helios and phaeton"

Show ‘em how much they really mean

Raps and beats and rhyme scheme,

Girl your body lookin’ like a fuckin’ pot of gold

Coldest clothes, bankrolls and hoes, and o's and o's, alone and cold,

Punchlines and wordplay and rhyming and my metaphors,

With hi-tek on the score, once more, of course

And we don't know no right from wrong

And once i'm dead and gone

But he don't rule a thing

And i'm dizzy and spinning

Social conditioning and

I'm ring winnin, my jeans different

And don't ever (and don't ever)

You wear a shirt, my records sell yes sir

And their mothers and fathers

The richest place on earth