This is a song about "Hard and static"

Want the title but im always fighting under card

Rebellion and defiance makes my muthafuckin' cock hard

And screaming i guess them nightmares as a child

People forgettin about hard work and that grind

I am legend, a snicker dick in a vanilly chick

No more rows and conflicts punches or kicks/ think don't feel, be static/

Feeling like it’s ramadan and i just need a bite quick

My rhymes are sporadic, i destruct, im static

Spasmatic, slappin' faggot crackers, we attract static,

And a hi-hat made of plastic, nigga's sound is elastic

When static taste my breath

Yes sir, please confess

But you try to play your tunes and we hear nothing but static

I just open up easier when i talk through a mic

The world is hard, and unforgiving

Like wu-tang, look how i do the thing