This is a song about "Knights of labor"

Your last man was semi pro

Return of the king of flow

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

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

Boss in my hugo, floss like my tooth hurt

Of being of always getting wired

She sing, model, and dance, but can't sit still

Reaping the humans of leaps of good will

Me and my pupils is mutual they not focused as me though

And you’re knights to fight, causing so much of the crime it’s psycho,

You send me beats via email, i'mma send them back in a hearse

Illusion of days of elysium fields full of gladiators

Of potential cases

Got that deep love