This is a song about "How bad the ancient persian army was"

These hoes thuggin, these nigga's bitches don’t know the difference

This is how i'd evade parade when i was doing army drills,

The game was programmed by scribblers makes a whole team look bad

So i threw it in a rap so i'd remember that

I didn't take my fucking ritalin, this is a hype track

Three men raped mom, beat dad, the kid saw it was bad

Gotta work - slight work

How i'm the one who was hired,

The collision was bad, she's panting and asking

Fuck the fat lady, it's over when all the kids sing

A heart attack, son, cause a how bad that was."

Yeah, tell me about the love of ours

I thought b'town was bad well here's the truth

We buying they hoes bags, getting they bitches shoes

That proud feeling we get knowin' that pussy is ours

A heart attack, son, cause a how bad that was."