This is a song about "Form"

While illusions form a picture frame

I don't toot my own horn but i'm a cold train

Spell checking multi syllables, but can't form a contraction, it's they're,

If you was, i would climb every other stair, i gotta stare

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

I would gasol you niggas, but i'm in no position

He gave him a platform

That needs some type of life form

I’m lost without them, when they around i am charles sheen

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

So we stay away form the get you high trees.

She don't suck nothing, buzzen, but she lick it nice

Took the form of a human being

Get off a key like i can’t sing

Whole midwest, detroit, nap town, st. louis

Form follows function, so watch who you diss