This is a song about "The weeknd"

I'm the prophecy ,your the bitch

Now you speaking my language

Heres jk, the man, the prey

For a perfect mother’s day

Duck duck, say goose

Saw the bombs on the news

As the tao converted the thief

I say "stay", she wanna leave

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

Obie trice, pour out a lil' liquor nigga

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

Intendent attend them, cool cause

We all the same the blacks the whites the something in between

Your developmental league don’t see a team

You pay your favorite stripper car note

Here's the answer and the antidote: