This is a song about "Homeowners forms"

Curse all art forms thinking its the right kinda style

I know they gon' see me unless they senile

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

You couldn't live your life for the moment

So she finally gets the courage to tell him on his arrival

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

But when i do it actual pain and rain forms

And the headrest had to have about eight thorns

There's nothin' like where i come from

I repeat what forms the metabolism

The game's a bitch, ooh we got her

Soon my life forms a disaster,