This is a song about "Matt lewis"

And fuck the fat lady, it's over when all the kids sing

Bruce wayne i'm the dark knight on a dark night, grasping,

My nouns and verbs go swish like michael jordan

His flow on renegade, fucking awesome

David blane blame game, bitches want a magic trick

Puts the pieces of decomposing bodies in plastic

Now son is the only onegrows up in adoption homes

See i live up in a shotgun home, niggas think they're prophet jones,

I probably go less miles, stay in a small circle

Psycho as ol’ mike jackson without nyquil, michael,

Ceremony with all my homies, i'm suicidal

Yea, i hit it up and spit it off with michael/

Y'all turn them #crazy #prophets, jim jones, y'all dying today

If you can make it through the night there's a brighter day

But joseph u aint did nothing

And now the present got you struggling