This is a song about "Attic"

Roses/ and immortal tactics buried in my attic

Nigga, this nigga's forehead is so fuckin' big

The pope inside nine capsules, fuck it let's split a roll

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

Did you have fun?cause i'mma need a cab just to get me homemaybe you could call in sick

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

Roses/ and immortal tactics buried in my attic

Feeling like it’s ramadan and i just need a bite quick

But is it really cocky if you know that it's true

Now shes in my attic crying id be afraid too

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

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

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

Henny got me spinnin like a fuc*in hurricane kick

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

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