This is a song about "Oder of operations"

Of potential cases

They getting deals with thier weak buzz

Pad on the heel that's a passion of mine

Ahead of his years, ahead of his time,

Liberace, john gotti, at the same damn time

Instead of living this life of violent crime

Tired of feeling wired of dealing

I was born to do the damn thing

Tryin' do right by you got me here

Using blacks of course was of wide appeal

Illusion of days of elysium fields full of gladiators

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

My shirt, purple label my shirt

Of being of always getting wired

Top of my pile of bodies

Steal your love with ease