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

As well as supper; then i'll rummage through her ruptured cunt

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

Realign your spine to supine create clouded shrines

You listenin' to her is leaving you with empty nights

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

I was hyper because i didn't get attention from my real pops

Morphed into an illusion like a vivid mirage

Now my watch fruity colors like trix in a box

I wrecked her treasure because i'm ribald

I'll moon walk it if i'm truly in your heart

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

I'm in new york now, like akeem and semmi was

So i'mma push it to the end and take quarters on shots

But my mind wanders and creates me a mirage