This is a song about "Attic"

Shakin' like it's parkinsons from the clitoris of kelly clarkson's dick

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

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

My success'll be the death of youlo and behold you sold your soul

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

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

Do not give a fuck i've got the swagger of a virgin's dick

Roses/ and immortal tactics buried in my attic

I'mma punt the paper over the pussy like a field goal

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

And we ain't hard to find is the tales that we kick

Roses/ and immortal tactics buried in my attic

And you faker than willy wonkareal shit, i told you

Now shes in my attic crying id be afraid too

With a staggerin' pack of cocaine in the sack of my dick

Been writing raps since the age 3 headphone on in the attic