This is a song about "Boring work"

Bitch please your rhymes are boring

I'm up early in tha morning

Like a flood of unwilling feelings boring into this hole

Saeed alisha i miss you, god bless my brother’s soul

Unlike you, i'm not diurnal, that's too boring

These niggas is bothered, these critics be talking

Gucci & nike, that’s what i call an option

But this aint no tennis match, thats done boring

You keep praying on your break, i hope you got a sling

Life you're so fucken boring you're so damn galling,

You poor rhymin', i'm pure diamond, exciting writing not boring typing

The aftermath is y'allsi told ya last album, we need help cause we dying

Inside of me, but the thoughts it tells me are still evil

My intelligence makes this boring, it's terribly dull

Puttin in work, to much work,

It's a fools fatewithout your word