This is a song about "The boy who lived"

Probably seen meaner bars probably in the feds

The decay in this life i've lived astounds me, the death,

Studio fifty four if we get the props right

Those bright lights, dude i lived the trife life in the ride,

And put your ankles in some boards and pissy water for fun

And destroy any fuck boy who been pumpin the game with estrogen/

Knowing you shouldn't think that way and trying to freeze your brain

Such a lonely boy, who brought a small town so much fame.

Boy you better know who you're messin' with

The emergency room, gettin stitches

I can't hear you little niggas in ibiza bitch

Your boy like: "i'm the one who showed you," he want his percentage

I got a love jones for your body and skin tone

A boy who feels his home, just ain't his home

To the beats which i've ridden from this brittle prison that i lived in for days

Every problem you ever had with another man i gotta face