This is a song about "Kingz of segui"

Homie will never love her, although he'll probably have a fit

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

Furniture made of the flesh of my foes

X's and o's, you must be the rose

Your yard, full of pieces of lard

This for my niggas that really rap hard

And now these hoes are on my line

Couple of shots and a glass of wine.

Your yard, full of pieces of lard

See, and now life seem hard

Feeling, of appealing

Why not me the same thing

Tawiah - all i need chorus

Of which im not exactly proud of,

Cause in 16 years, you let your kid down the existence, none

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