This is a song about "Id"

You're my reflection and all i see is you

And a sexy pair of lips id love to kiss too

I got your number like caller id

The shit is so bare, my diary isn't hid

Id rather him rot from within

Fuck swag, nigga i got ambition

Chasing for the wind but you never win the track meet

It will be just like the human centipede, id love to feed

Im white but id call u a nigga and love it/

Malcolm x: get yo hand out my pocket

Fuck a deal id rather keep my dignity,

Away the tragedy, so i stay sucker free

But i guess id rather be pissed off

That's me spitting this fucking garbage toss

She glammed up behind that eyeliner i know there's tears

Id be killing corrupt mother fuckers, peadophiles and rapists