This is a song about "The tempest"

I bring the heat like the

P stand for pacqiauo nigga

Thought this was forever love

Where the fuck the chorus

The more battles the better the flows

And these shape-shifting hoes

Saw the bombs on the news

Niggas die over shoes

The odd niggas are beginning to spill these pink hoes

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

Niggas mostly assume, niggas make up they news

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

They blowing up my phone

As the king upon the throne