This is a song about "Omega realm"

I'm paramount, nigga, i am, and you can't be mad

My realm is shillack, my wooden floor's got a crack

Now i'm diluted beyond the realm of computers,

Then never touch it, like your goatee it's grown for years

Good black is the omega i get swifter

To the homestead suites to drink liquor

Thats why we're always goin and we don't gotta go with them

Waiting for the reaper to enter our realm

Ho, slut, no love, turn beef to cold cuts

I enter your realm with pure focus

Waiting for the reaper to enter our realm

Then dipping with the fucking pen to go sin again