This is a song about "Your highness"

Where we can drink liquor and no one bickers over trick shit

Your lyres are cheat so hold your pen open your book-let

Sethered your spine, your movement lines

Wale they call me tiger stripes

That's right, heheheyo, i heard you got beat up by the police

This his highness signing off, love circling absurdities

Declined and ignored i implore you bow to your highness

Sometimes you buy the ring, with no problems you will love

Lovin how i got you niggas crazy

His highness higher than you could ever be

Your eyes it's my paradise, your

Woodstock though, couple bands on the floor

Freezing your nose, your eyes, your corneas,

I’m a rare one, camo’s and some rare ones

Grown men in this game

Blood stain, your slain, your brain