Goadome nikes, the cortazone of the poem writer
But some label me as a satirical liar
I'm about to track you down like a bloodhound, cunt
That happen to act like a black president
Fuck the game, she's just a selfish prick
I bet you hear that white music
Cant wait to get back in the barn and make a track
Over the edge, yeah i hide in a potato sack
And my mum is calling a person that is magic sue
Of the picture punchline figured out, ahh i get you
Malia family, we the family
A selfish request i understand this to be.
I just bask in the moment, give my passion to no one
Discerning between a sermon and the life of a real person
She vying for number one, tryna be number one
Change shit and become a better people person
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