This is a song about "Andreas vesalius"

Y you bitches think im playing,

Come downstairs with nothing but a shoe string

And thinkin 'bout it, i'm goin and gettin another one

Y i word it in dead silence? a defiance to the question

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

My effort is contagious, so check this boa shit

They just jealous cos im so damn f-l-y

That's the window into the sky

Its funny how y"all think you're so macho

Yeah, work, fuck you niggas, pay me though

And i got a girlfriend so i'm a keep lying until the verse end, fin

Lost in cigarette's no moral as well just letters wrote by frustration

Getting head counting bread, at the same down time

My moral of this rhyme, is to watch your back online,

And the impact of these actions, a moral atlas assassin

You let it slide, i hit home-runs, clean her dugout till i’m done