This is a song about "His avatar"

I’m here forever, these other niggas scribble in pencil

His presence detrimental, my mind is now his temple.

Phone in his hand, coffee in his spleen.

62 dreams, roll a date with some lean

It's like i just hit the lottery, my god

His flows a knot, his songs rot, a blood clot,

His attachment, flawed till his last breath/

I'm godbless, i'm success so fuck stress

Broke his arm then smashed his face on the floor

You want beef? we'll start a gulf stream war

All my niggas is winning, shout out to charlie sheen

I took his butcher knife and jabbed it into his spleen

All this icin i'm ashamed, look like lightnin' in the chain

On his dying wish, his grave, his name, they set his astray house aflame,

His hearts throbbing, he's got his mom in his thoughts

Or shift keys or it i placement cause