This is a song about "I m tryna whright these lyrics"

The irony in that is that i ain't even that, but you put it those pages

These lyrics i spit arent words, theyr pictures, theyr fucked up images,

A rebel tho, i dont hold my lips

I got demeted lyrics

I'm not saying to go out and do some stupid shit, commit crimes

A babysitter. now i submit these lines tryna admit the times

Were to examine this he would wonder how the fuck i come up with these lyrics,

Somalia women ethiopian queens never could tell the difference

Your mouth, i don't need, your legs, you can keep

Its revenge i seek in these lyrics that i speak

I'm not crazy i 'm doing gods deeds

And i ain't spend a minute up in the streets

I found myself losing focus at a sunday service

Cross me of that list, i only spit these lyrics for my purpose

If you try to hang with me you should finally truly see

Brutality in these lyrics i gotta check my mentality