This is a song about "The chandelier"

Niggas couldn't fill my shoes

Saw the bombs on the news

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

Away the tragedy, so i stay sucker free

Stop blowing up my cellphone

As the king upon the throne

Still the man with the pan

Fifth wheel on the back just hang

They gotta like a nigga, call me obama

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

Endless the days, forever the nights,

Aye, lifes a bitch, and i'm cuffing mines

Top story, tiger woods be fucking all these white hoes

In the field of the damned, the only sentries are the crows.

Niggas die over shoes

From the gutter to the roof