This is a song about "The royal equerry"

And i would never walk in the shadow that never was really there

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

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

A photographic memory, i'm never gonna lose

The more battles the better the flows

Everything i wanted never seem so close

You committed treason suck this royal dick!

Nigga, this nigga's forehead is so fuckin' big

In the coupe with the tec, it's the home of the brave

When the relay starts i’m a runaway slave

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

And i can't help but stare, cause

The pain, the loss, the grief, the cross.