This is a song about "Former"

And if you disagree, suck a couple pimple-covered dicks

Former middle school anarchist who hated the ways of modernists/

On top, a former cop was shot with a coke snorters glock

On the top, was my pops, my momma screamin stop

They wanna jack me like some kind of crackfiendi wonder if he knows that my income

Former things are passed away i believe in all of these words for it to come

Like dexter, former hannibal lector,

She still don't know i made sarah to strangle her

Type of life a nigga kill or go to jail for

Like dexter, former hannibal lector,

Tie your dumbass in the corner and make you watch as i fuck your former lover,

If ya do upset metell the cops to come and get merip the crowd like a phone number

It was a former student that used to be a guy, a self taught that didn't care

And i would never walk in the shadow that never was really there

That he felt when he dealt with the physiological phase

Resorted to the former, got clowned like a pie in the face