This is a song about "The horde"

That’s only if they handle

Your the boat without the paddle

Yeah, um, as you can probably tell from listening to this record

Traveling from star-port to star-port i get on board, and escape the horde.

The trigger or the chair

And never should you tear

To the voice of the oblivion,

Yeah, waiting for a change to come

Spray the fifth, gator kicks

This the clash of the titans

Put the grants in the safe, 'cause we spending the jacksons, the

Embrace my words make the world changeand still i smile nigga

The paper to the pen.

I got 800 invisible men

Jugglin my life and this city while holdin back a demon horde

Apologizing for my actions, sometimes i get bored