This is a song about "Phantom of opera"

Maserati’s my birthright car, pass it, i need another hit

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

Shaved of the face of the earth

Strumming my pain with his fingers

Before a nigga finish put in the work

Of being of always getting wired

Inspired by women, niggas say that i treat em different

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

I'm everything that they call nice

Top of my pile of bodies

Got that deep love

Of potential cases

I used to have a nine to five

Of the book of your life