This is a song about "Kingz of segui"

Of the very same baby that the virgin mary raised

Because of my constant fear of being betrayed

And if you light skin you might want to be careful

Defendants of a meddle, restless full of potential

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

The mirror's screaming at me saying i'm emmi lola's son

Couple of shots and a glass of wine.

Probably wave goodbye at the same time

Your yard, full of pieces of lard

I know my calling's worth like phone card

I'm in love with a lady who crazy

Part of my heart beat, inside of me

Felatio fetish, broads know me where i live

Out of this coviction of feelings

And yeah we up in stadium, quarterbacking hoes

Furniture made of the flesh of my foes