This is a song about "Theatre"

Father fuckin her, older man fuckin her sis

Quietly violent drive irises

Fuck, clean up on aisle six

In this known art of wits

Stir up all these feelings inside of her

Your beauty was as resourceful as a river

This the land of the white man

I drive in my minivan

Unlike them other niggas, i got itt la-di-da-di, welcome to my house party

Official-y hardly sorry laughing at garbage artists that's my hobby,

Fine girls with fine asses sipping on some nice wine

By the minute i was getting paid like a hot line

Im just here to put on a show

Ima keep that on the low

I'm murdering instrumentals cause i rap with the conscience

But in this darkness gathers an army of artists,