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

Or classic misdirection it's a collection of weapons of war

Can't use the phonecause i'm sure someone is tappin indid it before

Type of nigga to jerk off to his own sex tape

Or i'll withdraw with the force of a snake

You better get yours fore i reach mine

A life of luxury or a life of crime/

Or a ruler conquering a couple of islands

But once the smoke clears, you right back where you was

Or two of the motherfuckers

Ybm and emp it's like we brothers

That's why she in the club like fuck it, though

Or hearing the noise of ammo

Or just to stay under a ceilin' in the case of the ghetto

My other capo in this big-ass.. conglomerate called death row