This is a song about "Your names owen brody"

And since the economy's failing well you know all the names,

And i don't take these bitches out, i make pajama dates

I see graves with your names on 'em your belongings i'll pawn 'em

So i gotta pitch them this, for a better outcome

I'm abstrakt, destroyer of names and faces

I can teach you all the sounds of love

I don't need no fucking throne

After your names on a tombstone

Cause i drove you insane, you repeating the same names

I don't do dishes but i throw away your plates

Ambition is priceless that’s something in your veins

The only differences ya'll got are ya names

To the point that he just breaks, snaps, and it's all it takes

Bro you are a lame ass faggot, stop posting peoples names

Entertainment i'm maintainin it ,claimin the game, and takin names

Bitch, i ball, ho, you lame, look at my laneys, switchin’ lanes