This is a song about "My clan"

Ain't no lockouts, the game don't stop

Back when the wu tang clan were on the block//

I was alerting her just to reinsert in her

My demeanor, thirty years my senior

Let me rideuntil i get free

These my rhymes and my story

My rhymes propellers, words my instrument

With such an ugly picture in it and

My words are my rhythm

I'm a son of gun

Once as a slave who imagined being free

That is my wish, my fantasy.

See my pain through my eyes,

You make a nigga sing songs nice