This is a song about "Megan wraith"

And different view of the world that surpassed, paradise.

Look, the illest bitch alive, reallest bitch alive

I'm spittin hungry like ain't shit up on my dinner plate

I think of a beautiful image, like a sunset on a lake

I'm at morgan, howard, coppen, trying to find that higher knowledge

Im actively vicious attacking you bitches a vivid image,

Where i from, it get cold

I think there's a ghost

Calling any challenger i'll kill your spirt soul

One of the coldest, the gracing on that pole

Penthouse on collins, money long as ocean drive

Your last image is you seeing your wife

The only soul that won’t sin

I’m smoother than alopecia skin