This is a song about "The weeknd"

Where the fuck the chorus

The way she walks and causes a fuss

Still the man with the pan

Live my life through some film, man

Coroners comfort your mama

I bring the heat like the

Niggas hating but i love them even though they trying to scheme

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

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

The flow cold as a shoulder of a gold diggin hoes

Cause our weekends ain't the shit that the weeknd singin bout

It's things to know about when you got dough and clout

As the king upon the throne

So i parked in a tow-away zone

Saw the bombs on the news

Kill the jungle let the cats loose