This is a song about "Knights in armor"

I started with an armor that's aligned by a thread

Not mine, i'm with wale, i'm just a tourist on the set

In every thought, in every word

Ass-clappin' standing on applauding the effort

I get in where i fit in.

Lookin’ for some action

I'm the armor of hip-hop, they call me protection/

Gift and a curse, the center of attention

And panned out, i'm all in love

I fell in and drowned in her juices,

You gone make me flip then split your shit

Guns in the waistband, blunts in the pocket

School of the hard knocks with some british knights

For being jealous of a brother when he rides

Cause i walk around with pockets that are bigger than my bus

Leaving their armor rusted and torn i'll exploit your defenses