This is a song about "Lone prairie camp"

Who the fuck would've thought that one little lone mc

You're goin' to hear this and begin to ride on my dick

It is to be a lone gun/

See, i'm second to no one

I made a song at camp

They got me trapped

Rock over london, rock on the paris of the prairie

In the face of adversity, i prepared a verse to see

My lone genius'll smash your raps to pieces/

And i need you to show me love

We about to set this bitch on fire

The world's in my own view, fuck the lone sniper

In this rusty cunt, that won a cup in collectin' dust

Bodied n' be a wake early, like a boot camp-jail sargent.

We know you're just a lone kid, who sits in the dark

I'm tryna feel the vibe of mona lisa, studying art