This is a song about "Amicable cursory duplicity grimace impervious impetus jeopardy nostalgia tepid meticulous"

Look, i lost my nigga over nothing though

I bet you wouldn't grimace and know a minute ago,

If it hadn't been for me, her life would've been in jeopardy,

If you try to hang with me you should finally truly see

Together all the timethought it was true love

This shit is ridiculous, how i'm so meticulous

But you gotta be meticulous, to get these critics and cats to bob their heads,

Invent things like spaceships, diamond baguette bracelets and earn a few pay checks.

And the life i live is hell see, i never thought i'd see

20 going on 40, life in jeopardy, halo accessory

I grimace a bit, it's like i'm serving criminal sentences,

Cause rozay been talkin white he think he uncle ruckus

These clown jokers don't smile when they grimace,

Let's roll a j and pretend we in love

But it was written in cursive for this king to exist

Its so murderous and impervious how i work my wrist