This is a song about "Formal"

I’m letting all my niggas grab a plate

Keep up the hate and continue to debate

You're a paradox in motion, just a violent ocean,

Then put my ashes on you niggas, bet you gon’ need lotion

Isn't too fertile, there are no changes in life that're are open,

Of a terrible notion,there was no hemoglobin,in motion

And notice that no ones having ya protected,

By a demon, cause i wanna see a bitch infested

You phonies is fake you all is tripping tie up ya lace

I’m stuntin’ the ferragamo, i’m running that medal pace

For that that strict literary review, but at the end of the day its just something to work through

Get out the waykeisha now coming throughaye shawty what it dolet’s talk about me and you

Can you notice the difference how we changed and apart we grew?

A shame i gotta put up with her shit just to get you

It set in stone in these poems there ain’t nothing bogus

Maybe everybody is to blind to notice,