This is a song about "Ode"

Obsessed with her aroma as i dragged her in closer

So fuck this chorus aint over

And just as lyrically potent as a poem by poe, keats/

For every niggers who died protesting through the streets

Droplets like hailstorms of napalm, the flow was pressured like severed faucets

Left u de-formed,senseless like wayne's chorus