This is a song about "Sweeney todd"

Now your mind is in a state of criss cross

Signing off brother ali, sincerely yours

They say nothings ever free

A young fox on his grind so steady

Your stomach is aching michael j fox shaking

So she graduated, rich nigga wife training

Inside my heads telling me evil thoughts

I am not the guy that you wanna cross

Got that cross on my forehead,

You got pets? me too: mine are dead

Wolf gang in this bitch, nigga, we six feet deep

Including fox hill and 27th street

Fox off a spliff, stop on a hit to often forget

That whatever it creates it will land in the head

Instead i sat back took notes tried to be sneaky like a fox,

See my team has hella cars, i got a couple knots