This is a song about "Seth sentry"

They tryin to say that i don't care

My conduct needs repair

When my critics break down and make amends with my supporters

Hard as mortars, guard the borders, hide the farmer daughters,

I told y'all that i would never sell out for all those national radios,

Because now a nigga hot enough to fuck with one of satan' hoes

I try to tell them i'm one of the

Stuck in the middle of a...

Guess im ahead of my time

Put 'em all in a line

Peace out, salute with my middle

As i light one for ill will