This is a song about "Cask of amontillado"

By the minute i was getting paid like a hot line

Instead of living this life of violent crime

You fine as two grapes gettin' stomped out by a giant cask

Know there's a barbed wire that's always in your past

Beaches of normandy.

What them tippers don't see

Of the book of your life

I used to have a nine to five

Illusion of days of elysium fields full of gladiators

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

I'm so intact so i stay sharp

Your yard, full of pieces of lard

Of which im not exactly proud of,

Ships that sail to distant places