This is a song about "The kite runner"

Posters on the wall, posted on my balls

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

From this trife life and them bright lights, 'cuz i be so fly like a night kite,

This my little brother on my mother's side, our father died

And be the last nigga left, then i'll be ghost

Here's the answer and the antidote:

Watchin the cops roll byit ain't easy... that's right

She grabs her post-it note, turns it to a kite

Lose my mind get as high as a fucking kite

But pussy and patron will make you feel alright

Nigga want beef we can take it outside

On my afghan flow, runnin my kite

New canvas she need a new stroke

Here's the answer and the antidote: