This is a song about "The mayans and atzecs and the incas"

Like the mayans fuck us over with short time

The fluid on my eye falling while i do the rhyme

I fear no opponent

I see the fire and

The goal is the globe and... the versace robe and

Niggas get down for the moment, they ain't for movement

It sends her on a trip so right

The do’s and don’ts are black and white

And since the best died and rest sighed

Reach for the door, get your access denied

And god himself, bringing in the love and taking away the hate

That'd be the day his label treat him like a signal fade

Here's the answer and the antidote:

Feel the size of a phyllis hyman note

They talk about the clubs and the benz and ratchet bitches,

And i know you lookin at me like you don't speak english