This is a song about "The alliance"

From the bench to the ball

Now we must stand tall

It was either claim alliance or remain defiant

In this rusty cunt, that won a cup in collectin' dust

Release the song, cash the lot

Okay man you do the drop

The jiggas and the tips

The savage with the statics

Everything i wanted never seem so close

The more battles the better the flows

Huh, a metaphor of course

The pain, the loss, the grief, the cross.

Hit the dash blast the overpass

Plagiarized swag, may arrive last

I'm in the the real world

But i murder him first