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

Of objects in the distance going round and round

Illest bitch alive, realest bitch around

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

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

That happen to act like a black president

Go round for round with the best of the best

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

You see the furs and pendants, austin sigoto, drop though

For not being perfectly perpendicular to the table

Trying to keep his head up while his eyes are in the bible

I'm just grateful there's a roof and food on the table

Feel like the only rapper that look at you with no trouble

'round the clock, till i make my own clockwork of orange,

Went thru my phone saw a text, and then she wrote her a message

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

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