This is a song about "Prince of persia"

Got the eye of tiger, spit of cobra, form of a dragon

When it come to pistols, these niggas don't john lynch them

Return of the king of flow

Now them broads gon' follow

Of the book of your life

Before we see it's hard to live

Lights please, lights please

Top of my pile of bodies

Out of this coviction of feelings

So here i am at the store for some chips

A little more of me through generation of a debate of hatred

But when i knock this shit off, i'mma go and buy some laker shit

Talking ridiculous have mommas getting floral opinions

I used to think that was the shit until i saw the fresh prince

Everybody seems to misread every sentence

Tell me to check the blue prints. think that makes you the true prince?