This is a song about "Invasion of panama"

Ran outside to see the big show

Return of the king of flow

Top of my pile of bodies

4-3... yea, remember that please

I got many chicks, blue and black penny kicks

Out of this coviction of feelings

Of which im not exactly proud of,

And panned out, i'm all in love

You send me beats via email, i'mma send them back in a hearse

Illusion of days of elysium fields full of gladiators

A little more of me through generation of a debate of hatred

Statistics say that niggas with no father ain't going to be shit

I'm that amazing, it's my mad invasion

Now you gotta make it easy for me don't run

Perfect 10 and lord knows that i need one

And a mr. rebel rhyme invasion