This is a song about "I am an artist trip fuck you"

On my canvas i'm an artist i seek earths core for stardust

As well as supper; then i'll rummage through her ruptured cunt

Always got a song to do can't get along it's true

This is your last battle an am gonna end you

They'd only be happy with a minstrel actor

Na i ain't an artist, i'm just a wrapper

You aint shady spiritually literally or lyrically, your a shit stain not metaphorically now leave,

I am not a person i represent an idea that you can be whoever the fuck you wana be civil liberties

Didn't want to fuck up, shit every time that i talked to her was such a trip

Come close, catch a contact, i got a loud pack in my cargo pocket

Well, i don't know, maybe you had some childhood trauma trip,

And strangle you with that fucking leather jacket

Sang sittin there kickin it with malcolm, 'til the day camelittle latasha sho' grown

I am in the firecracker mode dont fuck wit me alone you fuckin wit me alone

Real nigga no pistol to keep to shoot her

I just want an answer, am i really like cancer?