This is a song about "The merchant of venice"

The groups of groupies looped in the hoops of the music business,

In the clouds looking down, i ain't even in a rush

Tired of the pain tired of the struggle

Don’t wanna have me then somebody will

If you think you can spit then i am the fuckin' dentist

The disease of the wordsmith hidden inside of the mist

I've got muslims calling on jesus

Cause america the terror of,

The one who em talks of

All we need is convienient love

Huh, man of the year, the man of the... work!!!

Oh, a taco joke, domo smoke, i heard

Words flowing like the city of venice

Let's roll a j and pretend we in love

Silly bitches gon' follow

Return of the king of flow