Kicking off with a sample of a Spanish language song, the funky cut soon folds inward on itself to form a minimal, warm instrumental. Wurlitzer keys and a distant guitar line dance above a bed of 808s as Spodee raps hard-earned bars and even busts out a ragged-but-soulful singing voice for the hook. T.I.'s verse is all interlocking rhymes and charisma, reminding us once again why he's still in contention for the "King of the South" title.
David killed Goliath, Saul tried to kill David
Tip my nigga, I hope nothing I do make him feel degraded
Will I feel the statements, cultivate my greatest rhyme
Will it do my soul some good to justify this state of grind?