This is a song about "The horde"

So now she picks up the gun

To the voice of the oblivion,

Look around: we the largest in the game

After the fire, comes the rain

Bomaye, killa cam, my lord

Not video games with a zombie horde

Niggas who be rapping how real they are

I'm the operator, the administrator.

You appear as if you care

The trigger or the chair

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.

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

Yessir... momma looking puerto rican and she got the best hair

Sort of remind you, why you don’t court no vagina

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