This is a song about "The horde"

Dad wasn't around -- my father figure was too short

I was covered in goosebumps like a horde

Basketball is my favorite sport

Masked up black mac deeper than a crack horde

Talking about the god you serve

Fuck the haterz, fuck the doubters

Relax then go back to rappad n write more spits/im a horde a lord of this here

It's been aligned throughout our time, prophecized just like ezekiel

So call the coroner or the mortician for the the

Now tomorrow you sober wishing you ordered a soda

You’re the plastic, i’m the passion and the magic in the air

To get it in, any minute, i'll be hit with a stare

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

Hell yeahwould you kill for me nigga?on my grandmother, nigga