This is a song about "The warriors"

You know...you know who you are

In the heat of the summer,

The bigger the the fun

We have nothing in common

Just so happens mine they prefer

The replacement of the word "mother"

Got the passion for the music

The master of this rap shit

But he don't rule a thing

The flooding of the nothing

Dial the humidifier, arrange the amplifier/

Don't always fuck me good, i'm just too cheap to divorce her

Warriors, crooks, spartan army's and foot

Damn i’m no good, but damn it’s so good

Then we'll rise and fight like warriors 'till sunset like elton john,

My nigga o that's like my bro without the same damn mom