This is a song about "Siege of yorktown"

Hear the siege from dededo to asheville

Loud pack, i propel. burgandy, out to kill

Straight up fuck all y’all nigga's talking about that nigga changed shit

A little more of me through generation of a debate of hatred

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

And i believe in them, a couple lames out there had beef with them

Beaches of normandy.

I came up hungry

Tired of feeling wired of dealing

I got my wife, so fuck the ring

T.i. literally wanted to shoot up the charts

Like a deck of of fricken pokemon cards

This kind of reminds me of fishin'

And i like my girls with ambition

Furniture made of the flesh of my foes

Fans catch us on animal planet, tracking hoes