This is a song about "The prodigy"

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

So these bars not mine, nigga it's yours

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

Watch this, hey quik let me see them binoculars, nigga

Savin' up 24 bullets with gun

The bigger the the fun

No room for democracies he's the prodigy and that's his great monopolies,

And lastly for everybody who doubted i can't live without you, please

The therapist nicknamed me kid cudi, i killed my fifth buddy

Elevating syllables and crafting myself a prodigy,

Jehovah spitness, young prodigy,

I kill me just like you from the back you'll see

I'm the/ rap diablo's prodigy

And losin all his money