This is a song about "The position or period of office of a protector"

Get rough with me, that night flow

Or hearing the noise of ammo

Smoking weed, getting head in the oval office

Tell me who's as rad as us and the answer was

Cherry red dice i’m a gambling man i’m never taking twice

Time to make this #pussy cat #bleed, end his #period of life

Perfection doesn't exist if it doesn't consume her and the truth hurts

Its either a bless or a curse, i cleanse the weak with a breath of my verbs

The prerequisite is gun clappin' so what happened

June to september was the period of the flood

This one's for the lovers

Or two of the motherfuckers

I don't know.. what you're lookin' for

Or he should of been a little quicker