This is a song about "Lien"

And ima clear my name like kobe bryant

It gives us peace then all in the town is quiet

They often say it's impossible, it's bonkers you comical

Your birth certificate is an apology letter from the hospital.

See, involvin' yourself is to be a part

Im cashin the checks subliminal charge,

Cause all i want is change and my niggas they wanted the same

You look wack, screaming so loud i can see your head vein

But i don't got the steak for y'all dishes

Like split second decisions

Still standin' and in love with my prideheard frivolous beats, we past that

First day in your new life, or another day in hell tormented by your past.

I need something to hold fuck that passive aggression

But if you're a millionaire, fuck tax rates, a higher section,

I got a slight obsession-of watch your face while ya moaning

I'm the walking dead, but i'm just a talking head, a zombie floating