This is a song about "A masquerade"

Killa i roller cheese blazed, high as fuck and feelin' great

The guy was in a masquerade mask, and she came late,

Girl, i put in that work

I'm a vulture yous a buzzard

Like a baby without a diaper

Keep ya head up, ooh, child, things'll get brighter

Fresh out the chair with the clippers

A bunch a singers and sinners

A store that dosen't get a

You're fucking with me, nigga

I'm a 417 with a bulletproof vest

Its gonna be a a test

With a ba and a masters

Pissin' on the demons of the earth