This is a song about "The acropole"

She ain't tryna go low, go head home

As the king upon the throne

Flow so sick thought he wrote the rap for him - no sir

Put the lotion on the skin, in the acid, in the gutter,

You’re the plastic, i’m the passion and the magic in the air

We missed you on the charts last week, damn, that's right you wasn't there

Everything ain't what it seems

Thinkin of the the dreams

So these bars not mine, nigga it's yours

The pain, the loss, the grief, the cross.

Endless the days, forever the nights,

I used to have dark nights now it’s bright lights

The water from the past is the same water in the present

While i fill you up with semen from the wolf gang team and