This is a song about "The chandelier"

The water from the past is the same water in the present

The club underwater, have em running out the front

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

Or shift keys or it i placement cause

They blowing up my phone

As the king upon the throne

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

Yeah, i got the flow that they know is the truth

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

Satin to the silks, i'm icy when it's sunny

You’re the plastic, i’m the passion and the magic in the air

And i would never walk in the shadow that never was really there

It's the wolf gang, wolf gang

Still the man with the pan