This is a song about "Form"

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

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

I know i ain’t perfect, i’m out here working for the throne

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

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

I'm bald bull to my little mac competition

The arguments are gettin' loud, i wanna stay

Itself in every form and shape and way,

He gave him a platform

Excuses he can't ever form.

And these woman is loving the way that i perform

#at #most #fair road of life 'n' #blew away it's #liquid form

This time a heavier form of methamphetamine

And some of the stuff i tried to do they had never seen