This is a song about "We are sparta"

Now you got me hopped up on that

They think that we are defected

Stones are thrown, rocks are kicked, we die and roam the globe,

Smoke that mark mcgwire strong, oakland a no basic smoke

Fast forward spillin' drinks on her fur

We are exactly like one another,

Bun b, i’m underground king

Are feet as we keep going,

We feel that connection we are different from every pair

Yessir... momma looking puerto rican and she got the best hair

Tryna stay clear of my foes

No, no, we are not those

We are bred by consumerism

Nigeria inspired the talk drum

Account the amount we are paid

Uh riding 'round, i got some towson bait