This is a song about "Mirage"

Morphed into an illusion like a vivid mirage

I'm from a cocaine block, with some plain clothes cops

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

Revolvers, automatics, guns stay silent

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

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

A fuck that we will never give is like our pops

But my mind wanders and creates me a mirage

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

We don't want you with skinny legs and the big ass ass shots