This is a song about "Lords"

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

That's food for thought you muthafuckas can do the dishes

You gotta look at reality, understand that shit so you don't get caught

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

I only know the underground is filled with all the warring lords,

I like to think i write and rap as tighter than some biker shorts

My self esteem was like me, tall and full of flaws

They believe that they are the over-lords

Less than an hour he beheads lords

And the headrest had to have about eight thorns

Hop over, run backwards, with a knap sack of green supreme hats

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