This is a song about "Farkle lives on a sparkle"

Ain't heard a nigga thorough, it ain't perfect, but i work

Nobody gives a fuck, is it just, me? our lives aint structured

And sharpen your knives and keep ruining lives

But somethin' was always missin' like six digits

He lives in apartments, right on the first floor

Grew up in the jungle where it's killers at war

Gotta vent, lot of innocent lives lost on the project bench

Rap spread fast like a rash now it's over the hedge

But now she went to jerome, a guy who lives alone,

I'm taking women to heaven and then i take em home

I just embrace it and take it in within my essence

For putting hands on my mother and destroying our lives,

But i don’t mean top 40 hits

I enjoy threatening these lives

Destroying a set of lives just for ice, money, and drugs

Beaverton my sneaker game although i never be with ducks