This is a song about "Tales from the crypt"

Erupting volcanic, satanic cutting, wrist after wrist, im not sad im just pissed,

I'm givin' a whippin' to chickens who dissin' and flippin' my lip 'til i'm diggin' your crypt

These are words from the creator

"contemplate", i wrote about her

She gotta hold her head up high

5s be raining from the sky

Drag them up from the maelstrom

Atl was tipping them

The diss went from witty

Oh girl now don't be silly

Its cold as shit in this booth

From the gutter to the roof

From the bench to the ball

The board ceo, i'm glad you all