This is a song about "The graphics of the wold"

Grown men never should bite their tongue

To the voice of the oblivion,

In these new lebron viiis, you are just a witness

The groups of groupies looped in the hoops of the music business,

Ran outside to see the big show

Return of the king of flow

Get off a key like i can’t sing

The flooding of the nothing

Be the lion of the zoo be the glue of the bottle be the air of the world,

You are always there when i slip up i just don't care never really learned

With that block that you chop and the rocks as usual

Tired of the pain tired of the struggle

I was playing with guns

This the clash of the titans