This is a song about "Compound sentences"

Think i'm fucking kidding 'round, killing kids with the sentences,

So i guess i’m good naira,yoruba love give em my love

Keep ya distance with those sentences

Thought this was forever love

Painting inextinguishable sentences on the wall

My pride is gone, i'm that guy like aaron hall

So intense when i commence with pens to write these sentences

Next month i want that plus, money long as your tour bus

Spitting sentences spilling residue on his crew neck

That's equivalent, to the poison in a cigarette

If they not talking no bread than we ain't listening

Finishing my sentences with trained takes an pores glistening

Swag-er. this is a mixtape about... nothing. not on drugs

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

She so hysterical, she say my life ain't regular cause

One hundred and eighty three life sentences ill be back once off