This is a song about "Fiend spleen keen dean seen bean"

The fiend of a microphone, i'm the microphone fiend

Ain't no nigga touching my style, it got a force field

To win today would just seem like a lavish dream

To the old times when happiness was a dean

I got a dollar and a dream, real niggas on my team

Im eating 4 course meals when i used to eat half a pinto bean,

My nigga made it, we just young, living the dream

Crystal clear like your mind, once you rip apart their spleen.

Dick so far up i think it touched her spleen

But i wear mine on my head, supreme

Exclusives, y'all never seen

Im as sweet as a jelly bean

Not only had the fiend died

If it's me that catch you, you're fried