This is a song about "We the masters"

Doin twenty to life in san quentingettin calls from my nigga mike tyson, ain't nuttin nice

#pitiful rappers attackin the masters, givin me reason to feed my murderous tendencies

Check the sockets we addicted

I don't trust nonelook what the 80's did

Everybody know me like the contra code for extra men

We aren't innocent, we already served our stint in the pen

Splash tha niggaswill i dash your niggasonce i mash these figguzi’ll be badder nigga

Britain be fightin' ask for our help. we come cause we have to but we use the

What the fans can't see that mm-mirror gon notice back

We were raised by just the very the best we had

We showin up, we blow the dutch

Party with bitches that throw parties too much

Dear momma don't cry, your baby boy's doin good

Everyday we will exceed the expected,