This is a song about "The byzantium empire"

'cuz y'all don't understand i will not lose

And the thirst, just the worst, it's the curse of the juice!

You been aching for that cuz what they playing on the station is wack

The feds introduced the drugs, all the acid, the dope and smack,

I'll grow an empire over your dismiss

As my record label nitpicks at this

Or a fake like you out of the blue i'm throwing a mackaveli like you off the empire

And certain death for us ghetto bastardswhat can we do when we're arrested, but open fire

The more battles the better the flows

This is love, nothing else close

Catch you up on places i've been

The bigger the the fun

But she sure can get you high if the coke let her

But its enough to build with the bricks of an empire

I think you need the streets to succeed the industry

The good comes with the bad, the bad with the ugly