This is a song about "The reeve"

Mr reeve is sitting, i don't wanna be sitting

I was fiending for the meals; i ain't talking burger king

The paper to the pen.

And do i need to mention when

J. cole's her ghost writer

Than the birds on the wire

In the face of the outside.

It sends her on a trip so right

I'm the operator, the administrator.

Stir up all these feelings inside of her

That damier bag i bought her

You're the servant, i'm the master.

And when i'm done with her, ain't no other male to compare

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

Your the boat without the paddle

Lady at the frank stand will