This is a song about "Of"

My nigga for life though

Return of the king of flow

Don't you lie, don't blow my buzz

Of potential cases

Outkast landed, 3 thou was ill

Reaping the humans of leaps of good will

Best believe i'm leaving with more of those

Furniture made of the flesh of my foes

Feeling, of appealing

I'm doing the same thing

Because of my constant fear of being betrayed

That's why this my mission statement, bitch get it straight

Part of my heart beat, inside of me

But make sure if they do see

Credit card late fees

Top of my pile of bodies