This is a song about "Lords"

They believe that they are the over-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 on the other hand i don't understand why you got other plans

He fathers her only kid that's why my homies let him live

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

Less than an hour he beheads lords

We come through throbbing like thunder storms

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

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

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,