This is a song about "Ernest hemingway"

Rape her and record it, then edit it with more shit

Then there's me the neutral, mystical realistic

I'm opportunistic on lines like i'm just being realistic

Shakin' like it's parkinsons from the clitoris of kelly clarkson's dick

Motor city's gritty, clowns like you get bent and then de-stroyed

Cause i got a lot of hair on my booty but that's beside the point

Feel the size of a phyllis hyman note

With a rope, hung up by their necks, they choke,

But don't get it twisted, the uzi's in the lining though

My city's so gritty people need money to borrow

Tatted upt.y.g.a. basically gotta cremate me cause i'm fly 'til i die

Im realistic im ballistic so many words to describe my

Wake up in make up on the floor sore with a whore and sock hung on the bedroom door

Can't use the phonecause i'm sure someone is tappin indid it before