This is a song about "Form"

Committed with my two bare hands to form a resistance,

Only feel sorry for crack babies and rape victims

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

Dirty rotten nigger picked it from a cotton gin

Migrating to a higher form of consequence compliments

Remember popping and locking to kurtis blow, the name belts

Now this is what i call an evening

Took the form of a human being

No girlfriends, i know a lot of bitches

Form follows function, so watch who you diss

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

This dark content for those of dark complexion

And danced around the house in all-over print panties

So we stay away form the get you high trees.

You can form coalitions against me...

I ain't tryna fight back, but baby