This is a song about "Abstract"

Believed he could instead be a abstract art cos he's so cold man his feelings are slit

I love it when it's girl upon girl with one manay, put your butt on my mustache, fuck that

I had been around niggas, killas, pimps

// abstract written about drug addicts

When i came in like your granddad, with a handbag full of abstract rap crap.

Nigga, don't be nervous nigga, say somethin'; trust me guys, he can rap

And ya’ll better relax, talking bout that he wack

I stabbed the world in the back and formed a style thats abstract

8th grade i never missed a day, now i’m abstract like a malaysian plane.

And showing you and yours that breaking rules is fucking cool again

Abstract form, body apart stuff stitch it back, burn with gasoline

But inside of my pocket is a dollar plus a dream

Attack with abstract research backed

Stack in his hand trynna make that last