This is a song about "Curtain"

Shows over, wheres the curtain

The 7-pick up, yukon, the range is come

Get a bottle of ciroc and take a chopper to the party

Cause when the curtain are closing,none of you gonna rise above me.

When it come to pistols, these niggas don't john lynch them

It's certain, i'm the star behind the curtain

That's why when i float off stage they close the fucking curtain

Tell em their ambitions then we need some more of them

That'll get wiped by sg's iron curtain.

On my pg shit, i ain't finna keep them

Odd future leaving even niggas in past tense

To inspect subversive pests behind these curtain threads

And all women who had light features, see

Who's behind the man behind the curtain? foxy

Walking forward so uncertain if the moment's certain for a closing curtain

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