This is a song about "Horace mann"

I’m tryna vibe with ya so won't you throw me your phone number

I like to communicate my movement to grace, no prayers for you, sir

I'm trend-setting, despite of an awful debut

"excuse me sir what can i do for you?"

Black on black nikes that represent the lifeless lives

Always harassed by there fellow human peers

They play musical chairs once i'm on that pedestal

Off by decimals, a fellow vegetable

Leave my mark, and be know as the patriarch.

I mean that from the bottom of my heart

He lost his tact so he backed and the mirror he smacked,

Bitches check on my stats, women get too attached

Hotel suite, room keys is a gift

Pacific of mine, sir', uh.. dismissed

Cause all i want is you, baby

He said he would never leave me