This is a song about "Sonnet 130"

Just searching for the perfect shot

I'll spy on ya chief, see a gold on top

Do you think you'll ever get to the point where you can live

You're still playing with the three estates you started with

Well in that case, brother, then love her hard

Militia mother fucker, that's a discard

Kinda pop tart, when i bite into them red

Gotta problem with the way i play my deck?

My window is a book and i'm a fuckin' crook

Get a gold or two bitch, this shit is textbook

Chancellor? what the fuck is this card?

The vacancy that sat in my heart

Crooked cops got a nigga scared to drive

I'll king's court your girl, do that bitch three times

Monday through monday we be cashing checks

Quit your whining, bring it up with donald x.