This is a song about "The settlement of jamest"

Third ward general, young cash money

To the rigors of the industry

In the clouds looking down, i ain't even in a rush

The groups of groupies looped in the hoops of the music business,

Of the book of your life

Right flows down and they might go nice

Cause america the terror of,

Look, i'm back like niggas on a bus

It's only right we lose greatness at its pinnacle

Tired of the pain tired of the struggle

So sad like nomads unsuccessfully seeking settlement

Hopefully my dick don't shrivel up, when it's time to bust

They gon tell you that's a lie, lie, lie

Of that gangja from the shores of shanghai

Return of the king of flow

People love hodgy i hate you though