This is a song about "Five nights at freddie s"

Binded between, carryin' the flag for an area that drag

Wall street bankers' wallets get padded, remember freddie mac?

It’s sick and spiteful, 2pac’s twisted grim disciple

Tints ain’t legal, i ain’t ordinary people

I mean, like i write, every few nights

I used to have dark nights now it’s bright lights

Believe i'll freddie krueger up your dreams.

Everything ain't what it seems

With a freddie cruger glove peeling at your meat

Then bossip for gossip, ybf in concrete

Till you scream " what s my what s my name whats name!!!!

I ain't fucking mexican, but we can have sex again

Cause girl i caught the vibes

I'm with yo girl for many nights

Ya battling freddie the red 'n black sweated lumberjack.

I deserve a medal, i lap 'em every track