This is a song about "445"

And criticism of contemporaries

I'm everything that they call nice

So, suicide i perceive, before i slide on that ring

Sticking to an idea is like big foot sighting

Maybe using an untapped source or just beating that dead horse

So much fuckin' white make darth vader have a dimmer force

Am i rapping with force or just making a slow jam

Got patron sippin' in my cup, hey, where's your man

A soulfully sung session or a sly taunt

Dad wasn't around -- my father figure was too short

With your flashlight, tell me what do you see

But i'm my own intermediary

A written to woo women or about to go ham

Make foes wanna get him slain, these hollows will twist ya, man