This is a song about "Desolation of smaug"

Illusion of days of elysium fields full of gladiators

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

Ahead of his years, ahead of his time,

I shine, you shine, so we shine

Of potential cases

Don't you lie, don't blow my buzz

The things im most scared of

I feel my work ain't enough

Destination: desolation

So fuck the speculation

Just tell me that i ever meant anything

Tired of feeling wired of dealing

Of which im not exactly proud of,

I never gave a fuck and that's what they love

Start whine, my gyal, start whine

Couple of shots and a glass of wine.