This is a song about "Essence"

No top on mine, niggas gonna hate, man fuck them guys

I make the sun jealous i rap we such essence and i donts lies

Why don't we carry on tradition and inhale its essence?

Oooo your booty so thick behind them juicy ass lips

But i had to find my own style to bring a true essence

Before i lay down, i thank god for the blessings

And if you disagree, suck a couple pimple-covered dicks

Crudely, slurping rudely her essence then i served her intestines

While his fiends for cream well exceeded the dream she once lived for

Of rhyme and the essence of time you have to cherish before

I glide with peace the essence of heaven is cooked up meat

But if you're not dying don't fucking bother to call me back, i'm sleep

Marijuana blazer, inhale the essence through a,

I make music for a reason, didn't vote obama

The whole essence of this rap song

And i can see us after school, we'd bomb