This is a song about "Connor williams"

Ill have miles davis come from the grave

I’m turned up, i can’t feel my face

Sometimes you buy the ring, with no problems you will love

Yeah man rhyming all out like doctor suess and christopher wallace,

We charging you niggas up you like it or not

They larry davis me and said i tried to kill a cop

Now son is the only onegrows up in adoption homes

See i live up in a shotgun home, niggas think they're prophet jones,

I got something you've been waiting for

And be found, deep down, in davey jones locker.

Shoulda been esther, and we would be poly

On they twitter writing novels, see

Been in conceptual protection since the specter of wallace

But i pray these everlasting groupies don't fuck up this love

We all kings, give anything to my soft queens

In perpetual brownout, seeing davis, gray scenes