This is a song about "Merchant of venice"

Parallel on the other side

Out of mind out of sight

Of being of always getting wired

Look, cole world, still a cold world

Feeling, of appealing

Fuck it, im leaving

They getting deals with thier weak buzz

Of potential cases

Alonzo, my condo cost three mil', this shit real

Using blacks of course was of wide appeal

Got the eye of tiger, spit of cobra, form of a dragon

And put your ankles in some boards and pissy water for fun

Top of my pile of bodies

Lights please, lights please

Tired of feeling wired of dealing

Get off a key like i can’t sing