This is a song about "A globule of snot"

A woman of such a great strength,

We can never be friends

You're a waste of time, a waste of space,

Wordplay for days, smoking haze for days

I try to tell them i'm one of the

I'm the bastard son of a

A little more of me through generation of a debate of hatred

And every nigga suddenly be rappin bout that trap shit

What up girl, tell me how you been

Of a higher education

And i'm the same, on e'erything i love, or everything i love

Suave of a persona of a street hustler combining with theory's weaving of

Defendants of a meddle, restless full of potential

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will