This is a song about "The siege of alamo"

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

Lord i'm so focused more focused than i ever been

For the man of the hour

Now moneys talkin louder

And anybody who plays sports, you know you got politics

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

Hoping that nobody don't notice

Raybands...hide the face of,

You all niggas ain't even on my level

The right hand of god, the left of the devil,

I'm why baby mommas leave

Thinkin of the the dreams

"listen to the track bitch!" echoes

Furniture made of the flesh of my foes

The replacement of the word "mother"

So it leaves me to wonder