This is a song about "The mantle"

Girls fast how jamaicans run

Eyes poked out the the raven

So call the coroner or the mortician for the the

They gotta like a nigga, call me obama

From the bench to the ball

Wolf gang, kill em' all

The savage with the statics

Cdg shit match my kicks

The holy war, the spiritual troops

And my brains travel like yung berg jewels

Fuck it, they shrink to fit

The dopest on the planet

I'm in the the real world

She wanted to fight at first