This is a song about "Form"

This time a heavier form of methamphetamine

To win today would just seem like a lavish dream

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

You killed the nigga, i stole a bible, is that a sin

Took the form of a human being

I'm a king.you should kiss my pinky ring

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

I got a dollar and a dream, real niggas on my team

So we stay away form the get you high trees.

Got tired of running from the police

Form the towers to iraq

And i don't make no bed rock

I know they pay me too much of attention

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