This is a song about "Draw my thing"

My madness manages to draw a synoptic

Push the cellar ceiling up and make the tower tip

Cause every girl i deal and fuck, it's always against her will

Grand master of arson but not the only thing in my arsenal,

Forever faded, i know lucifer waiting

I'm king, do my thing, you will keep trying to swing,

Past all these glass jaws and assholes that claim

I'm just doing my thing, it's all in my last name/

I feel the whole thing pulling my soul straight outta my anatomy

Shoutout to maybach music, my logic is getting money

No bro because thats my thing

Okay i’m lying, but i’m trying

Some thing i keep to my self

Cause i can't seem to hear myself

The only thing that i can see is god's forsaken my soul,

Meetin' fuckin' hoes on the road, it's takin its toll