This is a song about "Gentle"

They say to get a hundred mill you must become the devil

I don't want to hurt your feelings so i'm being gentle,

Time to get her bags get ghost

You be gentle i wont

The words you speak more gentle than a newborn's cheek

Fine women love losers, that treat 'em bad and cheap

Victim with a pencil, on a special level a rebel you a pebble so gentle

I'm evolving in these particular skills, others devolve yet have a similar will.

My mind my temple, but i dont treat it gentle

Don’t wanna have me then somebody will

Start off gentle as i fuck the rectal

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will

I'm chicken stripping off your lil blouse

With one gentle blow of wind from your mouth