This is a song about "The piano"

Eyes poked out the the raven

Hoes row got beans in them

That's why i'm in the club like fuck it, though

I'll take a hammer to her new piano

Long as she come to me first

I'm in the the real world

The bigger the the fun

Fuck it, i'm done

So call the coroner or the mortician for the the

Yea, obie tricepour out a lil' liquor nigga

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

To get it in, any minute, i'll be hit with a stare

The more battles the better the flows

Ain't no women at the shows