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..