This is a song about "Kingz of segui"

Defendants of a meddle, restless full of potential

And if you light skin you might want to be careful

And a nigga so fly i should be droved in jets

Thoughts of us of everything of everyone's debts

Mr. underdog and this is not a bark

Your yard, full of pieces of lard

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

Notice it every time i pick up the microphone and spit

You shook my world and it felt apart

Your yard, full of pieces of lard

King of the va, off of those toxins.

They bringing me fish and chips

Or the chick leaving

Feeling, of appealing

Out of mind out of sight

Always strap so i was alright