This is a song about "Hypocritical lovers"

Pure emotions the mixed feelings of lovers

And this world's mine, but the womb is hers

This audemar on my wrist, got it harder than missed

To these cynical hypocritical critics, the fittest,

But in her kind of industry there is alot of lovers

And there ain't been no buster, prepared for you suckers

Y'all need to know, you cynical hypocritical critics,

Because that booty mad thick behind your juicy ass lips

This hypocritical criminal, i'm the lyrical miracle.

Don't fuck around and make it truemy adversaries crumble

Then never touch it, like your goatee it's grown for years

But i see other people every day with their lovers

And you can tell by the chiseled horns on my forehead bitch

Last night a couple of lovers tossed each other of a bridge

Firstly, thing's we wouldn't do, and two so hypocritical

The clinical attempts at schizophrenia's critical