This is a song about "Edgar degas"

Enabled to defuse an entire engagement

Of the baby not bein' digested by a fuckin' hungry punk

Stack in his hand trynna make that last

Attack with abstract research backed

Never kind they destroyed my faith in other people, made me blind to any helping hands.

You'll see rhino as a prudent student of rap / i'll defuse the illusion of facts

I lost my connection with a brethren

Rest in piece devan and to the other seven,

Inhale take a breathe but don't exhale all at once

Usually turn out to be the fakest ones

When it come to pistols, these niggas don't john lynch them

Rest in piece devan and to the other seven,

You're fake like costumes taste my exhaust fumes like the views?

You wonder how it feels to walk a mile inside tha shoes

Slick rick, de la soul, and rakim spit sicker,

But she sure can get you high if the coke let her