This is a song about "Proselyte quasi raillery ribald supine vignette mirage"

But she's not alonemiss independent

The path to victory's a mirage, the road is just/

Well in that case, brother, then love her hard

I wrecked her treasure because i'm ribald

See you later, cause baby i'm a player, and all i heard was

I cough, i thought this thunderfuck was creating a mirage,

I fathered the game, feel like i'm watching my sons floss

But my mind wanders and creates me a mirage

You listenin' to her is leaving you with empty nights

Realign your spine to supine create clouded shrines

Morphed into an illusion like a vivid mirage

Lebron number nine's, i ain't trynna floss

I've got these stupid bitches tied up at the mirage,

Tell me who's as rad as us and the answer was