[Verse]

Janet's son, The Miraculous One

I'm Cherry and Bobby's father

The grandson of Margaret

Nothing's heavy after carrying your mother's casket

I pray she reached Nirvana 'fore she departed

"Lionhearted", before I am martyred, I'll make a mark

At the park with the Ravens Oil, we made the markers

At Jubilee with a bottle of Maker's Mark

We the lost boys, the pen of Tolstoy bathed in darkness

My story should've been written Sanskrit

Then buried under sands for the future generations

But it's hard to understand purely due to the sand's grit

The Renaissance man of the manuscript

Since when it become "g" to be low-level?

Strung out on the Gram bickering with your man

We gotta quit putting these Stans up on a pedestal

Them boys Cairus, I'm Cannes Festival, damn