This is a song about "The russian empire"

Or a fake like you out of the blue i'm throwing a mackaveli like you off the empire

And certain death for us ghetto bastardswhat can we do when we're arrested, but open fire

Rullette russian rappers and guns related they cousins,

We used to be like distant cousins, fightin, playin dozens

But one last one, является ли это конец? russian

You're uncool like my mother kin

Empire that's peaceful, fuck that, guess i'm just evil.

I'm in the courtroom, screaming 'who dat?' on the devil

Aroma, strong enough to bring ‘em outta coma

So call the coroner or the mortician for the the

I bring the heat like the

So when ya see me nigga

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

But its enough to build with the bricks of an empire