This is a song about "Forms"

You wasn't fin' to dress all crazy no more and

You can thank my dad, for the one who forms rust

Cause every girl i deal and fuck, it's always against her will

Vital to my revival, my spinal is in a spiral, forms tribal.

That don’t mean i’ma stunt her

Soon my life forms a disaster,

Curse all art forms thinking its the right kinda style

Never can he mimic... maybe can admire

9 months later, new car, can’t afford a son

I repeat what forms the metabolism

But when i do it actual pain and rain forms

And three hours in the showers with the corpse