This is a song about "Evaporation transpiration respiration condensation and precipitation"

Or babies they raisin

Drop mics, mad sweat condensation

And a fridge and some broccoli

I reel them in, goadomes on see

Starin at the wall, heard a scream

Raps and beats and rhyme scheme,

Grab the scissors and saws and

You couldn't live your life for the moment

Misogyny and homophobia, guns and crimes and,

Seven, what's religion nigga? i am legend

And inhospitable,

A criminal grind mean hustle

Cardiac arrest, respiration, you'll be oxygen chasing

When i write rhymes i go blind and let the lord do his thing