This is a song about "Tragedy of julius caeser"

Tired of feeling wired of dealing

Any young nigga with visions when he's sleeping

Fans catch us on animal planet, tracking hoes

So i cure that tragedy by rhyming after bowls

Like that tragedy chris angel,

Lady at the frank stand will

Hopin' that my niggas see

And they can't see the tragedy

A little more of me through generation of a debate of hatred

The coupe i’m in is rented, i ain’t wit’ all that commitment shit

And that only consists of zero tragedy

That bitch bad, looking like a bag of money

A low life's plight

Out of mind out of sight

Hey! what's your name? oh, that's nice

Of the book of your life