This is a song about "Abstract"

I'm tryin to keep income comin' in and collect on my ass cap

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

I got a dolla and a dream, real niggas on my team

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

A defense mechanism, what i thought that i lacked

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

// abstract written about drug addicts

I can taste the salt from my tears

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

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

I got weed, hash; when i breeze past, breathe fast

Attack with abstract research backed

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

Bet i get it quick lick make it backflip outta town with some how you gonna act shit