This is a song about "Phantom of opera"

I’m tryna be low key

Beaches of normandy.

Thoughts of us of everything of everyone's debts

And a nigga so fly i should be droved in jets

Got the eye of tiger, spit of cobra, form of a dragon

Until the buzz go away lets have a little fun

Opera man, you must be a phantom, 'cause i can't find any talent in your lines.

Mic in my handi run like marion barberyou haters on the sidelines

She say this shit for college, i told her drop her a prada

Unleash the beast. call me karma. im hitting high notes, opera.

Of potential cases

Mm got the masses

Thought this was forever love

Of which im not exactly proud of,

If they find that stash box just one time

Couple of shots and a glass of wine.