This is a song about "Form"

Tick tock, darling, tick tock

Form the towers to iraq

Don’t let it drift away like a feather and i’m home, home, home

Guess that's all you can expect form a nigga with downs syndrome

I’m lost without them, when they around i am charles sheen

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

Then some lady named billie holiday

Itself in every form and shape and way,

So we stay away form the get you high trees.

Like being garbage some type of disease

Lord i'm so focused more focused than i ever been

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

I'm the doctor you my nurse in a uniform

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

Form follows function, so watch who you diss

Oh yeah we're old as fuck, we didn't have our glasses