This is a song about "Attic"

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

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

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

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

Roses/ and immortal tactics buried in my attic

You by the cooler yea you niggas don't get no tick

Or michael vick if ya'll bark nigga ya'll through

Now shes in my attic crying id be afraid too

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

Push the cellar ceiling up and make the tower tip

Life is like a phone booth, these pigeons is the fuckin' toll

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

Fuck her friendthen i pass her to the big homiegot a sign on my dick

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

Roses/ and immortal tactics buried in my attic

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