This is a song about "Eleanor of aquitaine"

Odd future leaving even niggas in past tense

Thoughts of us of everything of everyone's debts

Reaping the humans of leaps of good will

Dope enough to snort crack and sit the fuck still

Detonating when i rhyme a rhyme

Ahead of his years, ahead of his time,

Your yard, full of pieces of lard

I'd rather have me no job than no heart

And the v12, that's on various trips

King of the va, off of those toxins.

Your yard, full of pieces of lard

Real words...elegant: a piece of art

I'm why baby mamas leave

Top of my pile of bodies

Private plane, my seat recline

Couple of shots and a glass of wine.