They saying f** me
That's a matter of choice
That's why im saying f** you
With weird effects on my voice
Im probably k**ing it better
Than half the people who claim to
No pictures i ain't cute
Ima play up this dang flute
Till the end
Im pitching a fit until i have it
Ive yet to understand the subject matter
Im dope too, so why the f** am i not talked
Im coming in late like i had missed the alarm clock
f** people who play up that f**ing steeple
Of emotion the motion is gross
It just isn't potent
So when they say I'm impotent
I say f** you I'm important
Ima f**ing tell Satan
All this sh** in a poem
By the time you hear this
Ima probably be dead
But nothing logical
Ima have a damn ring in my head
Because im married to the game
And this sh**s in my mentals
Ima flip my sh**
Like i did it on feb 12th..