This is a song about "Three rangers in the night s watch track a group of wildling raiders beyond the wall"

She brought you in this world so i'mma sex her right

I boast a wall of these great lines backed in the beat, it's tight,

Cant wait to get back in the barn and make a track

Make sure your fuckin' feelings end up up in a glad bag

I say bitch a lot, though i'm proud of my sisters

Now i'm diluted beyond the realm of computers,

And i'm participatin' in this crazed game of the 2000's,

Becoming a good rapper ain't that easy of a process

To a group of people with the power to bestow

The hot-box vehicle like breathing out the window

No matter who gon' show up i make em move over

I embrace these statements beyond the place of a plain voter

I aimed for the stars but i missed and went beyond them by a couple of inches/

And i'm the same, on e'erything i love, or everything i love

Brand new airs cocaine white, feels so good but it ain't right

The art of peer pressure manifests itself in me all night