This is a song about "Aladdin"

The words were there but they just couldn't escape

Redbox flow and i do not date

Until then, my feet planted on the ground, shadowboxing my conscience

To achieve an independence, it'd be too late to repent since

Heard mathematics playing i was like damn he's delivery smooth like silk

Uh, every time i’m in my city, i be acting like my shit don’t stink

That he dont even own

Asshole flowers, going home

Looking kinda lost let me paint you a picture

You wear a shirt, my records sell yes sir

East with biggie and group home

Now all i am is alone

He's married to the game, like a fuck you for christmas

Ducking bill collectors like jehovah’s witness

Fed her acid now the duct tape quacks back at her

Works quicker than anti-depressants, get the picture