This is a song about "Charlotte the harot"

As i light one for ill will

Your the boat without the paddle

Ripped the gown around the blouse,

Secrets r hidden within the clouds

The paper to the pen.

Straight lane kiffen them

I ain't gotta tell you they know about me, huh

So call the coroner or the mortician for the the

Took me a while just to write those

The more battles the better the flows

I know it hurt but life's not perfect

Take the exit, the nearest left

They'll have to rename this one

To the voice of the oblivion,