This is a song about "Ninjago masters of spinjitzu"

Its no days off, although i'm bored to work

Of being of always getting wired

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

Grab your bulletproof vest niggacause its gonna be a long one

With a ba and a masters

Talking about the god you serve

Top of my pile of bodies

You gotta breathe and be at ease

Tired of feeling wired of dealing

I'm a king.you should kiss my pinky ring

And ain't it shameful, how niggas blame hoes for givin' birth

Illusion of days of elysium fields full of gladiators

Burn and know i'm all over your masters master, but hazardous,

I'm out bk with these fast girls and all my cash good i miss slow bucks

Cassidys in disses to teach me to eat the masters to pieces

But i pray these everlasting groupies don't fuck up this love