This is a song about "Opening the kimono"

The pain, the loss, the grief, the cross.

That's me spitting this fucking garbage toss

The game's got cancer, i radiate the crowd

Meanwhile we see a window opening, stare out,

Together all the timethought it was true love

Proposing naked in the opening of mcdonalds

Be the lion of the zoo be the glue of the bottle be the air of the world,

When her father would beat her and her brother like he had an unquenchable thirst

And name another new nigga wit a sicker twitter follow

You knock in my house i'll be opening the door for yo

One time for the ville that cole rep

Your raps stink like opening paint, it's game set

You ain't an mcee when you are opening a rhyming dictionary for free searching for some lyrics

But i'm from jers' and we don't play that shitfrom the clare down to north bricks, all my niggas flipping chips

How many pistols smoking coming from a broken familyi'm sick of being tired

Ma raps was shit i admit it's an easy lose, easier that opening a curd