This is a song about "Dungeon"

The mirror's screaming at me saying i'm emmi lola's son

Laylow and zylo, when i'm done i'd be in the dungeon

I style on new york, pile up my fork

Go back to your dungeon and dragons board

They had a hell of a run

And end up in my fucking dungeon

Turned insane from this dungeon of sate,

I swear these off rhyme bums are full of hate

Days before my generation uno dungeon family mr

And i ain't tripping, my only competition’s the mirror

Welcome to my dungeon, if you fuck wit me ya days are numbered

Don't try to compare this to anything you ever heard

Bet your bottom dollar before i'm done

And it ain't no thing, you in dugas dungeon