This is a song about "Eleanor of aquitaine"

Reaping the humans of leaps of good will

Get my fill on with this grandmother named jill

Thoughts of immortality

A-town, nigga, yeah it's trap city

A working genius, a work of art

Your yard, full of pieces of lard

Couple of shots and a glass of wine.

Been a star since i was back in one time

Part of my heart beat, inside of me

That's why i'm makin' money

Ahead of his years, ahead of his time,

So if you open up your heart i’ll give you mine

About the way i'm feeling

Feeling, of appealing

Your yard, full of pieces of lard

Let me breathe hard like it was hard