This is a song about "Gothicism and literary devices"

Grab the scissors and saws and

I’m trifling, damn right ignorant

And their mothers and fathers

It's 14 racks, what i put on that purse

The prerequisite is gun clappin' so what happened

Misogyny and homophobia, guns and crimes and,

I'm in new york now, like akeem and semmi was

I'm the computer, the king of devices.

And all women who had light features, see

Spitting out literary imagery

Alias, mussolinimentally unstable, "g" status

I can construct torture devices not known to the middle ages

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

As i light one for ill will

And inhospitable,