This is a song about "The horde"

Fuck, clean up on aisle six

This the clash of the titans

Not video games with a zombie horde

Nigga cue me in i'm a peruvian drug lord

I'm that extreme, so haters complain

After the fire, comes the rain

The more battles the better the flows

X's and o's, you must be the rose

Masked up black mac deeper than a crack horde

Basketball is my favorite sport

And even when it's dark out, the sun is shining somewhere

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

I should michael jordan these rappers

Fuck the haterz, fuck the doubters

Don't you fall from grace

From the cradle to the grave