This is a song about "Pawns"

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

You let it slide, i hit home-runs, clean her dugout till i’m done

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

That's aight thoughkeep a nigga heavy in the game, bout so long

Bad bitch and she gon fuck me every way, never stay

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

You are all pawns getting wrecked by the king

Thank kenny burns, though we not talking

Youre all pawns of the thing at large

At the pawn shop, tryna sell this baume watch

We're the pawns on a universil grid.

Damn i’m no good, but damn it’s so good

To be indoctrinating the most cynical of pawns,

As you niggas, niggas get familiar with the art of loss

Royals foil the choices of pawns, im annoyed with their laws- the ghetto's a prison

I'm grand theft auto, racketeering, larceny, conspiracy, murder one