This is a song about "Ferdinand and isabella of spain"

This song about you, then you probably need to leave

And criticism of contemporaries

And i'm sick of not sleeping,

Let my angel sing

Who trill as me, roll two of tree

And pleads the key of mercy,

And you wonder why niggas keep the gun tucked

Resilient and the opposite of affluent.

Ain't have to see-saw, i'm already scared

The knowledge of conspiracy and lend

Of being rich and powerful

Cause this album pack enough evil

Chomping at your oxygen chords

Yea, and some of them faults,