This is a song about "Louisville kentucky"

Now this is what i call an evening

Tired of feeling wired of dealing

Illusion of days of elysium fields full of gladiators

Just seen another brother buried plus i knew him for years

Return of the king of flow

We magnetizing the ghetto

My fame's no mistakesince the deal

Using blacks of course was of wide appeal

Of the book of your life

We hustle to survive

Got the eye of tiger, spit of cobra, form of a dragon

Snapping necks and records in matter of seconds check 'em son

Feeling, of appealing

I'm doing the same thing

I from kentucky. i got the mussel. i got the money. i got yellow hummer with the three on it.

You gotta keep your sense of humoryou gotta be able to smile through all this bullshit