This is a song about "The siege of alamo"

Furniture made of the flesh of my foes

Big homie hov said i am close

In my room, redefinin' the meanin' of black holes

//summary of the moral of the story is in the notes>>

You make a nigga sing songs nice

Of the book of your life

Across the face of the earth

Ha, the envy of dime dealers

But he don't rule a thing

The flooding of the nothing

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

So i guess i’m good naira,yoruba love give em my love

King of the va, off of those toxins.

But my squad like the 72' dolphins

Cuz she came back with the kid and yoi been payin ever since

I'm a victim of the money, of the cash in the hundreds,