This is a song about "The boy who lived"

Once their was a boy who felt like a king,

Whenever they spit that bullshit they spitting

With the same pace, looking boy

Ain't like my job or guys i employ

The giggle of a school boy who might jus miss behave

Heyyy! better daysgot me thinkin' 'bout better days

The boy who had tasted the heights of heaven itself fell to the deepest pits of hell

I turtle-shell niggasin harold and bell, niggaseat you like lunch, before the bell

The world's too much for the soul to enjoy

All the kids say i’m a bad boy

Getting brain when i’m talking on the phone

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

Boy you better know who you're messin' with

No more splurging on fitteds at goliath

Freestyle, off the dome, living like i lived in rome

She like, girl you wrong running away from home