This is a song about "Pacific kingdom"

I'm ready to hit 'em with this gift

Pacific of mine, sir', uh.. dismissed

Some say i'm an apostle, for my wisdom is unmatched in the kingdom makes me the one who's fearsome

He should of never fucked around with a sick ass nigga like methey call my name out and niggas run

Dub a.l.e., such a son of a gun

Help them recreate their kingdom

Something wicked this way comemore than an adversary i'm very quick

Churn the losers or permissive in the grinder, then throw them in the pacific,

Lose your mind in the rhythm, another kingdom ill from the cycling symptoms,

And i'm the same, on e'erything i love, or everything i love

The people scared of annihilation when kingdom fuckin come//

And i believe in them, a couple lames out there had beef with them

Yeah you laughing my nigga but everything ain't what it seems

Evaporating cruel regimes, telling the kingdom their schemes

Tell em their ambitions then we need some more of them

Comes the king back to day one, thy kingdom come