This is a song about "You are the lair but you couldn t be kinder"

The sickest people couldn''t have even imagined

The club underwater, have em running out the front

T-raw you don't know who you fucking with?

Five-star dishes, food for thought bitches

You showed satan that he ain't a mayor getting him in his lair

Tell me where my soldiers at? put yo' pistols in the air

So there's nothing i can say but the fact you are guilty

It ain't nothing to me, i’m who they coming to see

But here you are this the only shit you can get

That whatever it creates it will land in the head

If you think yuu can spit bars than your a lair

It's been a weekend, five starrin' in her underwear

By the phone, no call

You don;t thin anymore

What the fuck are you doing, she's my sister, you best be nice to her

My garments shouldn’t be here, i’m somewhere near the future