This is a song about "Homeowners forms"

Soon my life forms a disaster,

Stir up all these feelings inside of her

I repeat what forms the metabolism

This meeting just begun, nigga i'm satan's son

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.

We can talk things over a little a while

Curse all art forms thinking its the right kinda style

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

Hoping wes snipes make my life a bit different

And the headrest had to have about eight thorns

But when i do it actual pain and rain forms