This is a song about "Myths"

Motherfucking 8 balls, til’ we live at the pool hall

"how twisted and curl are myths which call a brawl?!"

Lunatics the harlem globetrotters and there's no myths and the other guys got

She blushed, the clothes came off, and i bust heri'm up now, ready to get drunk on the block

My city's culture to the game now in existence

Now with permission you should swing swift at freak myths

We're educating with myths

Now, nigga, it’s the prince

But fuck these myths, because the illuminati as a whole,

Saeed alisha i miss you, god bless my brother’s soul