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

And live a life of rhyme

Huh, got to get better with time

Bring your pen and your weed stash

With shards of ice and glass

Bathing and enriching hopes and sensation of death,

Body holy water blessed, i'm feeling the stress

Innovative and i'm made of rubber

Just blink twice and i’m there where you are

Around my way, i'm cut throat

Of my world and i hope,

Chomping at your oxygen chords

Yea, and some of them faults,

And i'm sick of not sleeping,

Get off a key like i can’t sing

Of being rich and powerful

A criminal grind mean hustle