This is a song about "Daniel faulkner"

Shit and run back to the lab, need assistance from

Got a lotta cash like johnny cash, call me folsom

I put you over my money, all of my nice kicks

They left daniel alone to fight with the lions

Real nigga shit i gotta make it one day

You're as useful as the narrator, carraway

Take a look, to this bullet, now my finger slipped

My life seems fuller, golden, somehow enriched

I rush to tend her, talked as i touch her

Word to the wise, peace to the narrator.

Snorin' in the bed with blankets cause my head spin

There’s a house on fuller street that they say he moved in