This is a song about "Octagon"

The outskirts distribute my vision contributing to the burns i position

This aint azkaban nor the octagon, so bring on the competition

Many sides to my story just like an octagon,

Tho' memories fadei got your name tated on my arm

Whatever your religion, kiss the ring on the don

8 guys nutty like an motherfuckin' octagon pecan

At dinner with hov hoping that he pass the baton

I'm like genghis khan, if he stepped inside the octagon