This is a song about "Lords of the trident"

Tired of the pain tired of the struggle

Rack city, rack city she need a shovel

Ha, running rebel on another level

The right hand of god, the left of the devil,

And hold that trident that that nigga poseidon owns

Now son is the only onegrows up in adoption homes

Can't be positive, when the ghetto's where you live

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

Shaved of the face of the earth

But we still real brothers

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

I'm not scared,i have my confident,in my word as my trident

Get you high, keep it on the low

Return of the king of flow

Oh, a taco joke, domo smoke, i heard

Huh, man of the year, the man of the... work!!!