This is a song about "Phantom of opera"

Homie will never love her, although he'll probably have a fit

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

Thoughts of immortality

I'mma drop you off home quickly

X's and o's, you must be the rose

Furniture made of the flesh of my foes

Tell them niggas they sleeping

Feeling, of appealing

The .45 for you niggas with nine lives

Out of this coviction of feelings

And even worse if you speak firstliving my life as an outlaw: what could be worse?cause maybe if i tried to change

Sick as this page open the cage,ma sick mind was a sanctum,but now its a phantom in such an age!,

Thoughts of us of everything of everyone's debts

When i die tell them to turn my coffin to stretch benz

Out of mind out of sight

Dc cabs got my pops alright