This is a song about "Form"

Ay, i got a dollar and a dream, real niggas on my team

Abstract form, body apart stuff stitch it back, burn with gasoline

Number seven, rap's supposed to be a form of expression

Get the scoop on the cologne, belt, and shoe section

But you the only one who ain't tellingi tell you it's a cold world, stay in school

Creativeness bottled got spilling form an adolescent's grim mind, you'll--

I can't take a big l, my city needs me, i gotta win

A sinner in the truest form, allow me to begin/

Time after time, again and again

While illusions form a picture frame

Tell the lady in the liquorstore that she's forgiven, so come home

Guess that's all you can expect form a nigga with downs syndrome