This is a song about "Earl of oxford"

Maybe a peaceful night, baby don't cry

Of that gangja from the shores of shanghai

Instead of living this life of violent crime

25 with an ltime to prepare to do fed time

Reaping the humans of leaps of good will

Meanin’ i don’t play ‘cause wale is ill

A little more of me through generation of a debate of hatred

Straight up fuck all y’all nigga's talking about that nigga changed shit

Your yard, full of pieces of lard

I'd rather have me no job than no heart

Top of my pile of bodies

Lights please, lights please

Illusion of days of elysium fields full of gladiators

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

What yo name is girl

Wearin' twelve sweatshirts, like earl,