This is a song about "The chandelier"

The way she walks and causes a fuss

Where the fuck the chorus

Got her the bently coup, she call that old news

And the thirst, just the worst, it's the curse of the juice!

P stand for pacqiauo nigga

I bring the heat like the

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

Hold up, i used to run powers and draws

Endless the days, forever the nights,

Just to make it in this broadway lights

Down the street to the car,

I know i've came so far

No soprano, half black half white, i’m a piano

Put the grants in the safe, 'cause we spending the jacksons, the