This is a song about "The royal equerry"

So call the coroner or the mortician for the the

That maybe we can slide intobut now you buriedrest nigga

If you was, i would climb every other stair, i gotta stare

You’re the plastic, i’m the passion and the magic in the air

But none should be royal gee just people overly spoiled bee,

I’m at dulles with luggage fly straight to the money

I bet that mirror gon show you

Your aura, royal blue,

Be the lion of the zoo be the glue of the bottle be the air of the world,

I surely don't, so get off your high horse before you get impaled and feel the wrath of my worst

Wayne told me that and that's just how it goes

The more battles the better the flows

See it's effortless, these niggas can't step up in my shoes

And the thirst, just the worst, it's the curse of the juice!

The bigger the the fun

Think fast, fast women