This is a song about "Envoy"

A physiologist couldn't even figure out the exoticness

Load the gun, i read narnia, but didnt know anything bout' the chronicles

I'm open to everything if you're inviting your sister

Devastating a grave digger your just a slave kicker a fake figure,

Cause i was never hesitant to represent

An passable irrational treat, a trend

But i'm broke as fuck too bitch, we on the same boat

You open the envelope / on that last breath you choked

Fearin what it show you, reality is gold

Just to figure out we're puppets and controlled

I keep my money neat takin ladies out for a treat

Livin' off ya dreams like christina uh-milian in the front seat

Cause honestly i feel the radio is staright filler

See the streets to me is more like a mathematical figure,

Then the gun shot, but i wasn't hit

Still straught to figure out all of it