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

Kill everybodythey each got a city to pick to make it our part

Who don't need a deal to rap hard, or even the appeal of a black card

Cause i want the top position of my reality

Cause now it's on for you and me, all i can see

That i'mma pay for with dimes, nickels and quarters and shit

Of real-life material of a different time period

The game ain't pretty but i'm reppin' for my city

Or had a new set of beliefs, what would the difference be?/

I can't complaini've seen my fair share of the fame

Get in a position to fuck the game

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

Smoking weed, getting head in the oval office

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

While his fiends for cream well exceeded the dream she once lived for

Or hearing the noise of ammo

Maybe we just need to slow