This is a song about "Form"

Form the towers to iraq

Got a beans if you wanna pop

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

But little to no interest after election

Is it the money or my marriage or media peace

So we stay away form the get you high trees.

And we did it our way, blue-collar game all day

Itself in every form and shape and way,

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

I ain't bitter my nigga, i respect your position

It's no blessing, it's the worst form of suppression

I need something to hold fuck that passive aggression

Yessir... momma looking puerto rican and she got the best hair

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