This is a song about "The siege of alamo"

Of the coke and the smoke of weed

I’m way harder than the concrete

Furniture made of the flesh of my foes

Sorta like drano...you know how the game goes

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

Because that booty mad thick behind your juicy ass lips

Um tom frazier, new lebron haters

Shaved of the face of the earth

You fumbled in a drill, young man get on the hill

Hear the siege from dededo to asheville

Got the eye of tiger, spit of cobra, form of a dragon

Snapping necks and records in matter of seconds check 'em son

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

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