This is a song about "Andreas vesalius"

Z-y-l-o/ the thoughts in my head are problematic

And get a hall pass for this class-act shit

Tryin’ to bag a brother with a super bowl ring

If u smoking with me you better de filling

Gone with out a trace when i deliver coup de grace

Goin’ for the grips every day ’til the grave

Y you bitches think im playing,

But he don't rule a thing

Nigga de fasion bitch im know for setting trends

Cum again, invite 'em if you have any fun friends

Your bitch likely tricking off and bruising up her knees

Fif-tee /nine times till ya de-ceased/ im sick son new form of disease/

Fucking him like my gf emmy eya-eya o

Now i'm laying out at the delano though

Wish i get i could produced by scoop de-ville, no need to take pills

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