This is a song about "Form"

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

A lot of women is real, some bitches robin given

I got a liable larynx, my throat warm

I guess this is rap in its pure form

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

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

While illusions form a picture frame

Time after time, again and again

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

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

Cause i'll be honest: i ain't tryna be a victim of the projects

Migrating to a higher form of consequence compliments