This is a song about "Pawns"

Wack ass pawns- no stacked stats drawn- half ass prawns

I'mma need two mics just to get my point across

Holla; cheech chong & folarin, only get high when my lows come often

Flashbacking back on half strapping, snapbacking, pants sagging, pawns on ya back 'n

Plus big truckin too it's nothing

You are all pawns getting wrecked by the king

She told me that the radio's been playing the same song all day long

Like rich homie quan,yall pawns, im satans spawn,spit fire when i yawn,

I'm knocking you faggots down like you're pawns, and i'm ready to put this shit in check mate!

Its important we communicate, intentions to be forever but never cannot wait

Youre all pawns of the thing at large

Konichiwa, shadow chain and decent watch

Shame on ya'll, you tryna ball with the game on pause

To be indoctrinating the most cynical of pawns,

And i ain't trying to hear what you wanting to say

Y'all just punched, hugged fudged-ugly #pawns in his way