This is a song about "Lords"

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

My nomo could be found in stores but the jersey only nomo got

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

Oh yeah we're old as fuck, we didn't have our glasses

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,

Less than an hour he beheads lords

And the headrest had to have about eight thorns

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

But i don’t knock you i just blame it on your old head, rats

And three hours in the showers with the corpse

They believe that they are the over-lords