This is a song about "The desk lamp"

I ain't interested in fame

The realist in the game

You're in the presence of a player, i'd rather be ya nigga

So call the coroner or the mortician for the the

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

I be staying at the roosevelt more than marilyn goes

Eyes poked out the the raven

Hoes row got beans in them

But cram the style up abit so you can pitch a tent in a lamp

Never gon' see the day that i ain't got the upper hand

Rare shit, trend setting yea i be the best

I can't write when there's shit on my desk

The bigger the the fun

They'll have to rename this one

My laptop just laying on my desk, wondering what's gonna' happen next

When you next to medo you wanna test me ?put your tired head on my chest