This is a song about "Bad ideas"

Like the olympics these youngins just won another metal

I'm not creative, ideas started leaking from my mental/

Told me whats good and bad

Top dropped down, black on black

It's actually disastrously bad

Im sayin one night my love is like that

And dj's play my records cause i make the needles dance

My rhyme ideas come out so fast i need four pads

My father's dead, well i don't know, we'll never fucking meet

Ideas form like concrete, think so much i could pave a whole street

These i ideas that i speak in my own songs

So i went down south but i ended up north

'til i pull that wallet out and wa-wave it in her face

I can't stand the idiotic ideas of peoples these days

From those who defended the right to ascension among ideas of commitment

A big fuck you to the narcs/ chillin with the ese's , smokin doddie and