This is a song about "The chandelier"

Endless the days, forever the nights,

And i'm on you rapper's ass like brake lights

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

Hey, who dat, who dat? that nigga you been waiting for

Niggas hating but i love them even though they trying to scheme

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

Heyyy! better daysgot me thinkin' 'bout better days

In the coupe with the tec, it's the home of the brave

So call the coroner or the mortician for the the

Temperatures drop; see it's cool to shoot a nigga

Intendent attend them, cool cause

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

The bigger the the fun

And i listen to common

As the tao converted the thief

I give bitches dick and leave