This is a song about "15 n goin to the roy"

Cause i came to rain n' evaporate like smoke n' spark trees.

Masked up, this ain't trick or treat, one wrong move they finna squeeze

Am i goin insane, or is it the mental state of my brain

And i move across your membrane, you loose against my insane

I smoke the greenest of medicine till the government let us win

Me and the boy young roy are getting tired of holding the beef in,

We fight with these rings with the intention to ever last

You strap on the cape 'n mask, trying to end the joker's laugh.

We're goin' straight to the ending

I fell asleep texting

Slowly slippin n goin astray

Of an odyssey, i’m a block away

Goin to class readin the grapes of wrath, this aint no dust bowl this a drought,

And dusting off the porcelain and open when their cock is out

Goin off the wall like vans-

And all she wants is to dance