This is a song about "Realm"

I enter your realm with pure focus

Say a grown man can separate lust from love

The golf wang hooligans, is fucking up the school again

Waiting for the reaper to enter our realm

But the fifteen credits had a nigga off track

My realm is shillack, my wooden floor's got a crack

I've become immune to you no name haters

Now i'm diluted beyond the realm of computers,

Waiting for the reaper to enter our realm

But when it’s all said and done i’mma be ahead of them