This is a song about "The siege of alamo"

Wish you niggas father understood where the condom was

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

Of the book of your life

Inferior, but i'm nice

Raybands...hide the face of,

Niggas talk with limited service

That damier bag i bought her

In the heat of the summer,

Then i said i had enough

Cause america the terror of,

The disease of the wordsmith hidden inside of the mist

Yo, i'm fucking goldilocks up in the forest

Return of the king of flow

This shit ain't nothing new though

Thinkin of the the dreams

I give bitches dick and leave