This is a song about "Cask of amontillado"

While she blame mesecrets in tha dark

Your yard, full of pieces of lard

Reaping the humans of leaps of good will

Dope enough to snort crack and sit the fuck still

Using blacks of course was of wide appeal

Be yourself, just show me you're real

Hitting amputees in the knees, jesus

Something you've never heard of

It sends her on a trip so right

Out of mind out of sight

Of potential cases

Thought this was forever love

In time we learned to live a life of crime

Ahead of his years, ahead of his time,

Defendants of a meddle, restless full of potential

They say to get a hundred mill you must become the devil