This is a song about "Preamble to the const"

From the cradle to the grave

And pray for better days

I'm the kerosene to the fire a fucking pin to the tire

Madonna momma, body bottled, you're fine. i'm finer

Play me for a stepping stone then, i land mine, huh

Really have to pay attention to the minutiae

Shits hilarious, take the game to the

If you gonna do it, do it nigga

Love lockdown like i am some sort of faggot

Chasing the feeling to conquer to own it

That reminds the blind to dress to the nines head to toe

I don't got no time to call, hope that you ain't mad though

Down the street to the car,

Nigga i'm a hundred miles far

I woke up screaming, fuck the world

The sequel to the first