This is a song about "Horrendous"

It's not horrendous, but i'm not a fan of this

I keep it funky with my misses, fuck these other bitches

A line after line printed fluently, grammar stupidly, horrendous, still

I've been prosecuted for terror because my minds sick and ill/

They'll feel horrendous in their final living seconds

On my mama nigga, i be gone for months