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

But my mind wanders and creates me a mirage

Or shift keys or it i placement cause

Got police chasen meto my niggas from old blocks

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

Why these broads hear my late call, start rushin' over runnin' lights

Realign your spine to supine create clouded shrines

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

The club underwater, have em running out the front

Took a shot, tired of runnin from the niggas and the cops

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

Now my watch fruity colors like trix in a box

Morphed into an illusion like a vivid mirage

I wrecked her treasure because i'm ribald

Dear lord come save me, the devil's working hard