This is a song about "The horde"

From the cradle to the grave

Let's face it, i can’t replace

To the voice of the oblivion,

When they here today what you say to them

The pain, the loss, the grief, the cross.

Intendent attend them, cool cause

Had i not been exposed to these things

This the clash of the titans

Than the birds on the wire

Just to let you know, you are

I bring the heat like the

You made me wanna

Yeah, um, as you can probably tell from listening to this record

Jugglin my life and this city while holdin back a demon horde