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

A life of luxury or a life of crime/

Doing the moonwalk, hoping i blow up in time

Or i'll withdraw with the force of a snake

Most bitches, niggas gone me real or fake

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

Or a ruler conquering a couple of islands

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

I ain't got no muthafuckin' daddy, he ain't teach me shit

I'm in another time zone or even a different period

Or he should of been a little quicker

I made a promise to the mirror

A technician of incisions in the position

That's because thats these compton streets was built not to win

Get in a position to fuck the game

I like my hoodies fucked with lame