This is a song about "Cask of amontilla"

Your yard, full of pieces of lard

Heath ledger said the nights gonna be dark

Of which im not exactly proud of,

Black jesus!searchin for black jesus

All we need is convienient love

Of potential cases

Thoughts of us of everything of everyone's debts

Aimin' at his partner who know he up next

Out of this coviction of feelings

She likes the way it hits her lips

Of the book of your life

I just shake dice

Illusion of days of elysium fields full of gladiators

You send me beats via email, i'mma send them back in a hearse