This is a song about "Explosive diarrhea"

Flowing on this beat like diarrhea from my lips

She seen that geechi shit, ain't been to church since

Niggas ask whats my motive, why i'm so explosive

Passion in rapping a blessing to even see this

Oh yeah, pops got a visa

Talk shit, diarrhea

Niggas ask what's my motive, why i'm so explosive/

Don't call it a comeback, i been here for years

Timeless is word used by me, to describe the supernova of my rap diarrhea.

Multisyllabic and internal rhymes about conscious topics, creating the

I ain't fucking with kfc but i may eat up the box

Like explosive bangs from a sawed-off shotguns cough,

On explosive and corrosive antonyms of phony

Catch feelings of a pussy, thats rarely homey

I'm becoming a renegade of what i'm about, nearing what i feared about...

Of an elderly man with diarrhea with no bog roll - when his back is out