This is a song about "The chandelier"

Saw the bombs on the news

Its cold as shit in this booth

We all the same the blacks the whites the something in between

Now i was dreaming bout a deal at the age of thirteen

The good comes with the bad, the bad with the ugly

Fuck it its mmg, ima cross of def poetry and potent tree

Eyes all stickin' like honey on bees

As the tao converted the thief

Little more weed, first class seats

Thinkin of the the dreams

Pouring liquor for my niggas that was killed, send em back

The feds introduced the drugs, all the acid, the dope and smack,