This is a song about "The goblin"

Girl, i put in that work

The dope the rhyme wizard

You made me wanna

I bring the heat like the

Thinkin of the the dreams

So if you wanna leave

The bigger the the fun

Two reflections into one

Hold my pistoland wrap your arms around a nigga

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

But that's a lie, so give this thug a tryi'd rather be ya nigga

So call the coroner or the mortician for the the

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

Inside my heads telling me evil thoughts