This is a song about "The elite clan"

Fire in the hand, supplier of the man

If they hate, let 'em hate, i drop ya whole clan

79. i morph the elite,

Seein' dreams in they sleep

Your waiste so petite then your hips so elite

Take cee around town as if everything cheap

You killed the nigga, i stole a bible, is that a sin

I wanna release an album and have an elite celebration,

Something like serena mixed with trina, have you seen her

Weeper, teacher, sprinting creature, to defeat the elite cheater.

Of corrupt government leaders and elite aristocracy,

If we thinking success is only measured by your money

So take the stage just show me what you got

Back when the wu tang clan were on the block//

While the elite laugh talk and gloat.

Y'all can't stick to no g code