This is a song about "Of"

They say nothings ever free

Moment of clarity,

Return of the king of flow

Niggas say i'm loco

Thoughts of immortality

A-town, nigga, yeah it's trap city

Big homie hov said i am close

Furniture made of the flesh of my foes

Of the book of your life

Then put it into sex drive

Illusion of days of elysium fields full of gladiators

Just seen another brother buried plus i knew him for years

Because of my constant fear of being betrayed

Most bitches, niggas call gone real or fake

4-3... yea, remember that please

Top of my pile of bodies