This is a song about "Cask of amontillado"

Ahead of his years, ahead of his time,

Detonating when i rhyme a rhyme

Using blacks of course was of wide appeal

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

Your body's saying things i ain't never heard

Of being of always getting wired

Of the book of your life

Rollin' down the four o five

And the v12, that's on various trips

King of the va, off of those toxins.

Tired of feeling wired of dealing

Mines is family over everything

Tired of the pain tired of the struggle

Of finding myself as an individual

Reaping the humans of leaps of good will

She sing, model, and dance, but can't sit still