This is a song about "Compound sentences"

This monster that lingers in me so abs#truse to conjure up these sentences of dis#pute

Cause dishonesty is not my of my pathology, modesty is dude,

Tell me who's as rad as us and the answer was

I sense some censorship while your dwelling on sentences

Keep ya distance with those sentences

Then the blood drip on the floor poison pieces

I hear you callin' me to come back, i'm a sucka for love

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

Niggas is kemba walker tryna see me pitfall

Painting inextinguishable sentences on the wall

See you later, cause baby i'm a player, and all i heard was

Monstrous with pens and shit, abolishing with sentences

I still got shipments of sentences under my blankets 'n mattress

Alias, mussolinimentally unstable, "g" status

But i pray these everlasting groupies don't fuck up this love

So intense when i commence with pens to write these sentences