This is a song about "Edgar allan poe"

Spitting vividly as allen poe

Definition of cold: ice, 30 below

So i, i stack paper and keep it ghetto

Sorry if this things startin to sound like poe,

The nerve of this prick, he said fuck it you can have her

He's looking scarier than j. edgar hoover

And all this snow, i call it infant sorrow

Sorry if this things startin to sound like poe,