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

Mic defibrillator give you haters heart attacks in advance

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

Mr. red carpet, i don't do awards

Less than an hour he beheads lords

And now i'm rolling with some cooler niggas i can fuck with

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

And the headrest had to have about eight thorns

They believe that they are the over-lords

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,