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

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

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will

He even offered that and it's still on the table

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

All i know is bad bitches, i got finally famous with me though

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

I'm driving in a stolen truck, and i'm probably fucking drunk

Corona beers with a round of alligator clips

I'm murdering instrumentals cause i rap with the conscience

Swift-made switch blades made a big incision in him

You on the table for operation

I feel the world go round n round

Now that's six cops found on that ground

Big and full of frights, in carts going round and round

She ain't ever trippin when a nigga ain't around