This is a song about "Marseille"

When my critics break down and make amends with my supporters

Innumerable bone crosses and flying saucers

No one knows my struggle, they only see the trouble

"flying mentally through a mystical jungle

You know i want a piece of that pie

Then vest em b4 they dress em wit suit and tie

Who the fuck invited mr. i don't give a fuck

Flashed the bartender, then stuck my dick in her tip cup

Fire in my chest, from the sess, got me flying

You know that love is a very serious thing

Didn't know her but i'm confirming that she sure gurgled dick

Droning on and on, about geometry and trig....

Shouldn't of said yes to what was inside that cup

You could call me a freak, i like to get buck, buck

As the chain swinglettin' shine, no sheenjust my dream

I'm flying on top yeah my rhyming supreme