This is a song about "Evils spirits haunting a little boys night"

Until night falls and in his little box house he prays

Cause all you got now is too much room space, shoe space

I fear no opponent

I'm a cocky little cunt

I've lost this game and it's haunting me like a ghost

So i could find my rainbow, my pot of gold

Like the chimes on a warm summer night

So the homie wale can leave the hook right

But they just ran away,when they heard siren noise

Then i raped and murdered your three little boys!

You a bitchass, little like stewart

We left em a world that's cursed

And think about on openings, a ring taunting, haunting,

So i happen to phil jacksons along the way with this talking

Mo boys than a bachlerette get a tab out i'm

In that aston martin on these niggas, game time