This is a song about "Apparent"

And what remains from a twelve gauge to the brainarguements with my boo is true

It's apparent you're transparent, you're fake, unicorns are realer than you

8 in the morning when that street clock bust

Look at my report card, it is apparent

You trying hard to maintain, then go headcause i ain't mad at cha

Apparent in the air that there's hysteria, they'll bury ya,

Apparent to me, this airhead i see with no clarity seen

But inside of my pocket is a dollar plus a dream

For no apparent reason

If a nigga didn't fake like them

Waiting on mom to bring me the aspirin from a trampoline jump

Developed a fuckin setup to me this shit be apparent

Yeah you know that's apparent,

Put the purp in the blunt

Move on, a war going on outside no one is safe from

Terrorist creating treason for no apparent reason