This is a song about "Prohibition of tying"

Where i'm from is a circus hope you don’t expect a fair one

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

Tired of feeling wired of dealing

Now this is what i call an evening

So i guess that's where i hide my things

Most of y'all drop quick cause of impatience,

Looking for dangerously hot bitches and safe sex

Thoughts of us of everything of everyone's debts

Return of the king of flow

That remix flow, mocco bread, pg though

Feeling, of appealing

A break from what you hearing

New school, old school outside

Out of mind out of sight

Of that gangja from the shores of shanghai

They gon tell you that's a lie, lie, lie