This is a song about "Lords"

Your grind's feeble, i'm regal, really, i'm willy smith

Even when these drug lords hear, they'll take that as a myth//

We come through throbbing like thunder storms

They believe that they are the over-lords

Know you are the king of kings and lord of lords in the book revelations god

You gotta look at reality, understand that shit so you don't get caught

Niggas talkin' greasy, i'm the one that gave them they chance

I hear pouts and the lords come to pay, my heart begin to collapse

Less than an hour he beheads lords

And three hours in the showers with the corpse

I like to think i write and rap as tighter than some biker shorts

I only know the underground is filled with all the warring lords,