This is a song about "Compound sentences"

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

And all we lack is communication like service sucks

Painting inextinguishable sentences on the wall

I'm the prototype with a godly protocol

Jacking off to buffering vids of asher roth eating apple sauce

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

I can always depend on my mama

Get your sentences cut off comma,

So intense when i commence with pens to write these sentences

And i ain't worried bout a damn thang, with unconditional love

No insulators to make you try to climb out as gladiators! (ha?)

All the sentences ripping your innocence, tell by the way that im ending ya

And we way too young to know love, maybe not but we don't need no rush

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

Spitting sentences spilling residue on his crew neck

But my crib was straight ahead, shorty gave me head