This is a song about "Knights of the round table"

Never let another rap nigga hit it from back or the front

Cycle of living in the ghetto 'round that shit, live every moment

I told her i love that pussy, she think we a couple though

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

It was like balancing a house of cards on a crooked table,

Welcome to the euphoria of cocaine without able

I'm grand theft auto, racketeering, larceny, conspiracy, murder one

I set the bowl of cereal down on the table and turn on the television

Aye, lifes a bitch, and i'm cuffing mines

School of the hard knocks with some british knights

I recollect we used to ball now just living's enoughi stand tall in the winter summer spring or fall

I put my head on the table an sacrificed it all, just to be kicked down infront of them all,

Smoking loud, blowing down when the law ain't around

I grabbed a candle of the table, then i beat him down.

Cause everytime you come around

I feel the world go round n round