This is a song about "I m going to turn this block into a kitchen"

So i can write about my life of sina couple bottles of gin

I`m a mania tic weapon, running away from this oppression

Ball dreams of being pointguard was off limits jack

I turn into a beast, i turn the booth to a shack,

Shouldn't have to turn my words into objects just to make a figure of speech

Yeah i know a city that's surrounded by a beautiful beach

Say she like my style but i talk too fast

I turn the stage into a barren wasteland...

Nick will pop to with a pistol turn you into a crystal

Cause every girl i deal and fuck, it's always against her will

And skinny jeans ain't quite the lick

This flow so slow, i`m so slick,

Cuz she came back with the kid and yoi been payin ever since

M and z collapsed into a void stretchin infinite directions