This is a song about "Scenes"

A flashy king behind the scenes

Can barely walk the city streets

Dump that bitch in the sly

Scenes make a grown man cry

No candy scenes and reeses' pieces, heat's heat, be deceased,

If you see a bad bitch in the passenger seat

He's creatin' them scenes, his new clockwork of orange,

Party with bitches that throw parties too much

It's a mix of art and science that i use to drop bombs and make scenes silent,

Waiting on mom to bring me the aspirin from a trampoline jump

My moschino that fire, bet you never seen that

Even depict scenes that seem pornographic

In perpetual brownout, seeing davis, gray scenes

Your bitch kind of ugly but she sure fill up them jeans

Pack a bad bitch then i pass it to my nigga meek

Ecstasy couldn't step to scenes i witness fresh and steep