This is a song about "Cask of amontilla"

Bitch i'm ballin' like i'm comin' off of free throws

Furniture made of the flesh of my foes

I got my wife, so fuck the ring

Tired of feeling wired of dealing

So let 'em chase love

Of potential cases

Of the book of your life

I just shake dice

Reaping the humans of leaps of good will

Meanin’ i don’t play ‘cause wale is ill

Ahead of his years, ahead of his time,

For a fucking shrink, sheesh, i already got mine

Using blacks of course was of wide appeal

I ain't bullshittin', i am chris barch here