This is a song about "Of"

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

But when it’s all said and done i’mma be ahead of them

Moment of clarity,

Cause time is money

Boy, i’m doin’ my damn thing

Feeling, of appealing

Heard that you alright though

Return of the king of flow

Illusion of days of elysium fields full of gladiators

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

On the slow jam of love

Of potential cases

Using blacks of course was of wide appeal

I swear these bitches look up to me like i'm doing here

Thoughts of us of everything of everyone's debts

Thats my surroundings in compton, have common sense