This is a song about "Edgar degas"

I wanted to watch the life drain from his eyes,

You ain’t seen nothing yet, bitch, this just my friday ice

We buy guns and more guns, to give to the young

Rest in piece devan and to the other seven,

I mainly wanna drain you of any hope you maintain cause

We don't want you with skinny legs and the big ass ass shots

Odd future young enough to get your priest mouth drool

My foster father says devan, wake up for school

I strain to remain being in reign, no need to feign as i drain my champagne

These girls all aboard, this young money trainhaving since fame shit'll never be the same

Spray arrangements made to slay and drain their brains 'til they insane

I’ve seen this young’un on the train, i had to pick his brain

Got a fuckin' blog that needs a post? i can get it done

Rest in piece devan and to the other seven,

Past all these glass jaws and assholes that claim

It feels like my life is going down the drain