This is a song about "Form"

Getting high, see the demons in my eyes, before i die

Leave their station and form a nation, i say to you goodbye

Bun b, i’m underground king

Took the form of a human being

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

Hostile with them hoes, i got a dollar in my pocket plus a dream

See, women are the queens, and bitches just bitches

Form follows function, so watch who you diss

Let me enter your life, lady we can spill our rice

Take some real advice and form a group with vanilla ice

That needs some type of life form

December 4th a star was born

I'm everything that they call nice

So we stay away form the get you high trees.