This is a song about "Exposition irony resolution figurative language genre"

Although our language is original

A first rounder, y'all don't want a russell

She glammed up behind that eyeliner i know there's tears

I wanna rip you up, no don't just think that's figurative

To understand that the fucking faggot didn't like me much

U speaking currency, now u talking my language.

This a little tune to keep you motivated and inspired

I feel an irony assuming you look like a tweety bird

I can't see your album coming, that shit's like a sucker punch

Understand why so many american's hate a language

Keep it real as penitentiary steelthis ain't no freestyle battle

Not everything i say is serious, figurative but also literal

This is what the devil plays before he goes to sleep

The irony, prior to the hurdles we leap,

That they made a new genre for you called hop hip

When i'm fuckin' and we on cloud nine for that minute