This is a song about "Sage of gaming"

Respect still there but ya boy's right here

Using blacks of course was of wide appeal

Of the book of your life

I used to have a nine to five

That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free

Its either im noun98 or poetic sage both are hmmm dangerously

And you are you too, but bitch i'm three

Thoughts of immortality

The sage is burnt to crumb, the pipe scorched like my laden lung

Lyrical pictures, they used to have a windowless vision

Top of my pile of bodies

I'm why baby mommas leave

We should fuck each others mothers

Shaved of the face of the earth

So for this time being, i hope this open scribe might support her

Still i gotta sickening sight seared into my sage, no scholar