This is a song about "Lords"

They believe that they are the over-lords

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

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

Your grind's feeble, i'm regal, really, i'm willy smith

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

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

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

And the headrest had to have about eight thorns

Less than an hour he beheads lords