This is a song about "Form"

Form the towers to iraq

The pain don't stop, but my reign don't stop

Apprehend a couple men, triple six is fuckin' sin

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

Around here i am the g.o.a.t. like the capricorn

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

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

Dirty rotten nigger picked it from a cotton gin

They calling me the hottest in the game

While illusions form a picture frame

And we got benny, so we're ready with the deadliest form

They swore that i was all fuckin' nuts like a gay porn

Committed with my two bare hands to form a resistance,

Maxi pad, leave the beat brown like rihanna lips

Remember popping and locking to kurtis blow, the name belts

Migrating to a higher form of consequence compliments