This is a song about "Lords of the trident"

Of the book of your life

Before we see it's hard to live

Look, what it look like

In the face of the outside.

If she mine i'mma take her to a newer level

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

And three hours in the showers with the corpse

They believe that they are the over-lords

And be you, that's when it sounds beautiful

Tired of the pain tired of the struggle

The one who em talks of

All we need is convienient love

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

Bitches don't clap with their hands, so i do not talk to my hands

You can bet your bottom dollar the bottom lips will need stitches

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