This is a song about "Earl of oxford"

Tired of feeling wired of dealing

Someway, somehow nigga feeling

And he, what's his name, earl

What yo name is girl

I'ma part of yours i'ma tale of yours

I flash smiles at the mean looks

Hoping that nobody don't notice

Of which im not exactly proud of,

Out of mind out of sight

Cause another innocent died

Be yourself, just show me you're real

Using blacks of course was of wide appeal

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

Illusion of days of elysium fields full of gladiators

Your yard, full of pieces of lard

A working genius, a work of art