This is a song about "Logic and lonely"

A prophet of catastrophic, balance between nonsense and logic

The coupe i’m in is rented, i ain’t wit’ all that commitment shit

I pray to god and stay in squad, walkin' through these lonely roads,

That they probably be in the closet of old folks

Niggas dumb to be braggin bout that stupid shit

And lonely teenagers in their rooms with wrists slit,

And i've found myself lonely once again i fear.

I deserve cheers how i rap tour every year

I'm walking down this cold and lonely ghastly place

That's word to ksa i'm trying to make sunnier days

A good head on her shoulders, i need to feel that

I don't like y'all rap topics and y'all rap logic,

That you'll never acquire, you're chickens, apply logic

You've unleashed the beast and i play you lil' niggas like lisa's shit