This is a song about "The crusades"

Whole time, a little more girls

Fuck the haterz, fuck the doubters

The paper to the pen.

If a nigga didn't fake like them

I'm love stoned from everywhere and she knows

The more battles the better the flows

Run a cartel like a real rick ross

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

That’s only if they handle

Your the boat without the paddle

Stay gold, alchemy, nigga we rap's alpha team

We all the same the blacks the whites the something in between

Binded between, carryin' the flag for an area that drag

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

I'm the dealer your the joker/

She should have invited her