This is a song about "Sam ying the eternal goddess of war victory books love and fate"

And slid back north of course to pen more

The world is already full of war

Keep ying and the yang in balance so im bringing a pistol

I'm throwin around broads playing monkey in the middle

I'd hate to see the seeds she created, and so we wait

The ride lurches forward and slowly creep towards our fate

Time to flip the switch and find my true fate/

Play this shit while you contemplate

Enter forth to the abyss of this eternal darkness,

Ain't got nothing in common with niggas with no commas

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

Can you taste the sweet smell of victory?

Of victory, and the synergy was down to none/

They down to do it all, i call 'em us open

A perpendicular, angle of the clout war

If you try to give it to me at the door