This is a song about "Pawns"

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

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

To be indoctrinating the most cynical of pawns,

It's so hard for civilians, thank god you with a boss

You are all pawns getting wrecked by the king

Comme des garcons, roam like it ain't nothing

Youre all pawns of the thing at large

Beat me with it while the rest sit and watch

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

I keep my friends close, enemies closer, fuck both, i dont trust no one

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

I'll never be retro like a cool kid

We're the pawns on a universil grid.

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

Ironic cause your lipstick is red, of course