This is a song about "Russia serbia"

But is necessary to just hate inside a friar's church,

Notice everyone's faces as they here this nerd's skills emerge

Arrogant when i finish

Just wondering where church is

Couple of shots and a glass of wine.

And now these hoes are on my line

Before i bury ya head in the north n ya body in the south

I step through the stomach, replace the baby with some fucking pounds

Of the book of your life

And when i start to rise

And their mothers and fathers

To war with the coppers

You send me beats via email, i'mma send them back in a hearse

Illusion of days of elysium fields full of gladiators