This is a song about "Phantom of opera"

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

If this was a game, i would be considered a mothafuckin' legend

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

And i believe in them, a couple lames out there had beef with them

Riding shotgun uptown,blowin out the bubble

Tired of the pain tired of the struggle

They say nothings ever free

Beaches of normandy.

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

Straight up fuck all y’all nigga's talking about that nigga changed shit

Mines is family over everything

Tired of feeling wired of dealing

Couple grand when i rock the night

Out of mind out of sight

King of the va, off of those toxins.

She seen that geechi shit, ain't been to church since