This is a song about "The horde"

Motherfuckers, every time i see the paper

I'm the operator, the administrator.

Masked up black mac deeper than a crack horde

I can change the whole game if a nigga bored

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

I can eradicate a village if you give me a beat, huh

And pray for better days

From the cradle to the grave

Right past the poor in clothes they can't afford

Not video games with a zombie horde

I'm a 417 with a bulletproof vest

Take the exit, the nearest left

I bring the heat like the

So when ya see me nigga