This is a song about "Didn t mean the things i said"

That would be enough

Yet the things that i love

Replaced by freak shit i am currently down for

None of them wouldn`t understand the message i deliver

I mean what fuck? what the actual fuck?

Pardon me if i'm sweating you but

Cause this is how i feel when i ain’t rappin on the mic you bitch

I'm at morgan, howard, coppen, trying to find that higher knowledge

Cause no man's eyes should see what i've seen

Cant make up for the bottom that's what i mean

Sb horror pack monsters under my bed

Still remember all the things you said

Go take the "p" out, put a "w", you'll see what i got

I said alright, i mean fuck it why not

I just can't forget those things you said

My real estate sweet, yea ginger bread