This is a song about "The horde"

This the clash of the titans

So i guess that's where i hide my things

Don't you fall from grace

From the cradle to the grave

The trigger or the chair

Throw your gun in tha air

I bring the heat like the

Just a little nigga

Than the birds on the wire

Yeah i'm gon' leave with her

To the voice of the oblivion,

Dub a.l.e., such a son of a gun