This is a song about "The lair"

The sequel to the first

I woke up screaming, fuck the world

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

I be staying at the roosevelt more than marilyn goes

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

Or shift keys or it i placement cause

What you bust still sucks, an obituary's sanctuary don't make sense

This is hip hop..my lair..you're a rising star but your ladder got no stairs/

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

The heart of a lion but i’m a tiger wood look in there

Just plain pat visions with some sick aim

The realist in the game

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

You niggas comedy, i'm laughing at you probably

Man i swear she's bad and she knows

The more battles the better the flows