This is a song about "Phantom of opera"

Rub the wood and ima show em love

Something you've never heard of

Tired of the pain tired of the struggle

Fumble or you crumble, get murked on the humble

Or know them testament verses

Of potential cases

I say "stay", she wanna leave

Top of my pile of bodies

Everybody wanna talk cause i'm rappin, they askin me what happened

The fortune of a fighter turned phantom as tragic struck his life and

She like nigga yeah right

Out of mind out of sight

Cause another innocent died

Screams from kenny woods still phantom ride

A little more of me through generation of a debate of hatred

Statistics say that niggas with no father ain't going to be shit