This is a song about "Bane"

Shut your mouth, call you bane

I like my hoodies fucked with lame

Disguist-ing he is a bane instead of brother he's like crazy

And that's reallife that i was aimed to belove by my family tree

Fire in the hand, supplier of the man

Gained a bullet bane, bang bang.

I can make it rain

And hold them captive like bane

Gained a bullet bane, bang bang.

So if i talk down to a man

Torrential rains of syllable bane riddle ur brain n' whittles it//

Straight up fuck all y’all nigga's talking about that nigga changed shit

You could be doe jane or bane, ain't no track disc this train don't fit

Hypetrack that and send it, nigga it's a sack shit

Handicapped he goes he still stayed till everyone's defunct da enemies are slightly better than bane

I fired my weaponstarted steppin' in the hurricanei got shot so i droppedfeelin' a burst of pain