This is a song about "The medicis"

From the gutter to the roof

But elon don't got no proof

Thinkin of the the dreams

Cause after all the lights and screams

And the thirst, just the worst, it's the curse of the juice!

Pathological liars even know i'm the truth

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

Or shift keys or it i placement cause

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

Here's the answer and the antidote:

As the tao converted the thief

Cause there'll never be peace

All we need is convienient love

Where the fuck the chorus