This is a song about "The rake"

If you was, i would climb every other stair, i gotta stare

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

I got these tats all on my arms

I rake in loads of bone charms

And a nigga have ‘em beefin’ on who gon' twist up my new growth

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

Too late you took the bait mistook for fake as a rake

And even though we seperated, you said that you'd wait

You're fucking with me, nigga

I bring the heat like the

The dope the rhyme wizard

Gotta work - slight work

As the tao converted the thief

I'm why baby mommas leave