This is a song about "Alexander del greco"

Your bitch likely tricking off and bruising up her knees

So many gods of rap, think i'm in ancient greece

Now tricks for decreasing weeping, increasing healing/ leave feelings in the attic/

Something wicked this way comemore than an adversary i'm very quick

Dramatics have you thinking this a roman play

But i get you, i bang with you the long way

Roses/ and immortal tactics buried in my attic

Push the cellar ceiling up and make the tower tip

Paralyzed to the feeling, all the hate i see

I'm in ancient greece, getting head from aphrodite

Roses/ and immortal tactics buried in my attic

And naw that ain't your girl, dog, but you be feelin' that chick

Now shes in my attic crying id be afraid too

You need more grease in your hair, so they weaves you

Fuckin' voices follow me, emulatin' like twitter roll

Forget the attic, i fuck her in her basement, the hidey hole