This is a song about "Abstract"

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

I’m lost without them, when they around i am charles sheen

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

Enough fucking atheist rappers to get a nun slapped

Attack with abstract research backed

Stuck in my high, afraid of heights, i'm trapped

Bitch i can't let goi been strugglin' too long, thuggin' too longand niggas is stealing my shit

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

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

My pistols represent mebust until my rounds emptyback for the street fame

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

Wocky, she's a dancer, walkie-talkie ace for back up like fag

// abstract written about drug addicts

'fore you love you a nigga, try loving your kids