This is a song about "Invention of telephone"

Of which im not exactly proud of,

Black women hold it down shawty, it's all love

Just seen another brother buried plus i knew him for years

Illusion of days of elysium fields full of gladiators

Something wicked this way comemore than an adversary i'm very quick

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

Got the eye of tiger, spit of cobra, form of a dragon

Like oh, when i see himi live a landslide occur when deers run

Halfback toss to right

Out of mind out of sight

I'm everything that they call nice

Top of my pile of bodies

Return of the king of flow

Your girlfriend want to follow