This is a song about "Of"

Of the book of your life

Take her back to where i live

Big money, i’m talking bad hoes

Furniture made of the flesh of my foes

Couple of shots and a glass of wine.

Detonating when i rhyme a rhyme

But make sure if they do see

Part of my heart beat, inside of me

Fuck, clean up on aisle six

King of the va, off of those toxins.

Out of this coviction of feelings

Well, i have a gram cupcake mix

Top of my pile of bodies

I say "stay", she wanna leave

Let's have a toast for this new love

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