This is a song about "Ace of ange"

Top of my pile of bodies

I'm why baby mamas leave

Of being of always getting wired

Next to it: stash mattress. under it: cash, bastard

Phase any,"rap ace",but i shoot them down

But i apologize for not walking you around

Of the book of your life

Sky high, iced out paradise

I got bars u lil niggas sell ring

Tired of feeling wired of dealing

Beaches of normandy.

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

Of which im not exactly proud of,

The long road to success is dangerous

She'll do anything for me, nothing but hits

Out of this coviction of feelings