This is a song about "Sparta gaza killa we no were fhilla"

Love to keep bakin new pies, strapin the scrapes off the side

We were striding through life, they were a guidance of light

Got a killer flow from the llama

Spit up to the gods at gaza..

Got one, got two, three, four girls

No jackets were on our shoulders

Stories we were told as kids

Big stacks, no lego bricks

No smilescause ain't a thing funny

We were livin a fantasy