This is a song about "The weeknd"

Too focused, one word

The dope the rhyme wizard

I'm the prophecy ,your the bitch

I'm screaming "maybach!" til i'm rich

Baby, you know who you are

Down the street to the car,

Heres jk, the man, the prey

What the feigns say, few roaches you need spray

Still the man with the pan

She ain't got a man

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

Inside my heads telling me evil thoughts

Across the face of the earth

Adabo to my haters