This is a song about "Mirage"

Bail was a quarter mill, they put me in a box

I've got these stupid bitches tied up at the mirage,

Morphed into an illusion like a vivid mirage

Your bitch looking messy like she smoking rocks

But my mind wanders and creates me a mirage

I ain't fucking with kfc but i may eat up the box

Wish you niggas father understood where the condom was

I cough, i thought this thunderfuck was creating a mirage,

The path to victory's a mirage, the road is just/

Revolvers, automatics, guns stay silent