This is a song about "The siege of alamo"

I think that i finally reached the pinnacle

Tired of the pain tired of the struggle

The things im most scared of

I wouldn't be famous

I'm modest, and humble

The king of the jungle

Don’t wanna have me then somebody will

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

And i just want to hold her

For the man of the hour

So the right to have these women, i'm entitled to their interest

The disease of the wordsmith hidden inside of the mist

In the heat of the summer,

I pipe in and one night her

Rollin' down the four o five

Of the book of your life