This is a song about "Athenians"

I kept my cool, cryonics, performing personal detoxes

All of you can battle while i'm sitting eating pocky's

Loadin out with my rap service, let it out on the pad i make the whack versions

This shits nuts, inclined but the signs worsen/ trying to lift up your minds curtains

My past isn't tragic, but i've got a couple of skeletons in my attic

The false bravado of a ghetto robin from the hood its classic