This is a song about "Shakedown stockholm"

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

And thinkin 'bout it, i'm goin and gettin another one

Words flowing like the city of venice

But i guess that shit's just tough love

All my peers doing years beyond drug dealinghow many caskets can we witness

You fake niggas like great and randy u go unnoticed like the capital of

Beaches of normandy.

I’m tryna be low key

I wish that we could all come together, east and the west. north and

As well as supper; then i'll rummage through her ruptured cunt

Thinkin of the the dreams

Gotta go, let her leave