This is a song about "Form"

Enough to paint a picture, my true profession

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

Different stage, switching paces like i'm shifting strings

Committed with my two bare hands to form a resistance,

So we stay away form the get you high trees.

If you see us in the club, we'll be actin' real nice

Die motherfuckin die, hope yo' ass fry, don't ask why

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

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

I’m just a young nigga advocating ambition

This is purely art, and this is raw hip-hop in its form,

Do he kiss you on the forehead and keep you warm

Took the form of a human being

And my only fear's a wedding ring

Start form scratch and do a rewrite

'face said "the world is mine" but he lied