They saying f*ck me
That's a matter of choice
That's why im saying f*ck you
With weird effects on my voice
Im probably killing 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*ck am i not talked
Im coming in late like i had missed the alarm clock
f*ck people who play up that f*cking steeple
Of emotion the motion is gross
It just isn't potent
So when they say I'm impotent
I say f*ck you I'm important
Ima f*cking tell Satan
All this sh*t 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*ts in my mentals
Ima flip my sh*t
Like i did it on feb 12th..