This is a song about "Attic"

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

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

And a hi-hat made of plastic, nigga's sound is elastic

Roses/ and immortal tactics buried in my attic

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

Roses/ and immortal tactics buried in my attic

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

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

I'm fucking asthmatic, my records problematic

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

You're my reflection and all i see is you

Now shes in my attic crying id be afraid too

Cause with your hand in my hand and a pocket full of soul

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

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

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