This is a song about "Estranged"

So roll up the marley, my eyes all low up in this party

Frank miller end page with estranged shanked liquor but still he

Tell me who's as rad as us and the answer was

I create estranged mcs by killing their parents,

Don't give nobody no coochie while i be locked up state

The gold on the fame sucks, i feel i’m growing estranged,