This is a song about "The chandelier"

So call the coroner or the mortician for the the

Got all the black bitches mad cause my main bitch vanilla

Thinkin of the the dreams

As much as i wanna leave

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

Or shift keys or it i placement cause

You made me wanna

I bring the heat like the

Over the edge, yeah i hide in a potato sack

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

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

Blowin' fuck it i don't care, dreads is flyin' everywhere

Endless the days, forever the nights,

Just to make it in this broadway lights

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

I ain't looking in her eyes but her face