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

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

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

A life of luxury or a life of crime/

I'm like sorry ma, this not the time

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

Come be my heroyou can take your cape offyou dont need that to save my heart

I will die of overdoesing, or a bullet through the head

I'm giving testimonies to strangers i never met

And you can check my stats cuz worldwide they attesting to that

By the age of twenty two i'll be a loser or a dad

So i can write about my life of sina couple bottles of gin

Attention attention, theres a way of getting to first position,

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

Tried them didn't work, got impossible standards, nothing i ever do works

They say love is the slowest form of suicide

Or a sneaking thief in the deepest of night