This is a song about "Buddha s teachings right effort"

My shirt, purple label my shirt

How i used to kill tracks with no effort

Every exerted effort is ineffectual

Cause every girl i deal and fuck, it's always against her will

I'm making straight bitches pussy wet just like a noodle

Every exerted effort is ineffectual

I'm honking with the smell of effort on this occasion

I got a lot to say, i don't hold my tongue

And i'm participatin' in this crazed game of the 2000's,

They'll tell you i'm a legend in the flesh that dress to impress

Rehearings and meanings that leeches teachings from me.

Tired of making money, i'm on to making history

Calamity, profanity, buddha dreams, insanity. where'd it go? how i know how to flow?

In your ears as i kiss ya, on every curveslow down baby don't rush, i like it slow