This is a song about "Pawns"

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

But it's still cool just to dream man because

Showed it to john mccain, said it wasn't crooked

We're the pawns on a universil grid.

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

I'm in the middle of a bad bitch sandwich, yea

Go pop some pills or something

You are all pawns getting wrecked by the king

But ya chose to go before meand brothas miss ya while your gone

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

Cause, when i talk they don't just watch

Youre all pawns of the thing at large

To be indoctrinating the most cynical of pawns,

It's going down in history, the way i valet two doors