This is a song about "Idea malea"

It's not a figure of speech when i tell you that i dumped her

Bet you had no idea i was a walking danger.

Sticking to an idea is like big foot sighting

Not concerned with most rappers me i'm a king

You're idea of rhyming

And my only fear's a wedding ring

Her brilliant idea to try and stay sane

They'd rather see us locked in chains, please explain

Theres times when i have no idea what the fuck im doing

Wear out tracks, let me do my thing, i got 16, for this roscoe thing

I can eradicate a village if you give me a beat, huh

Waiting for the seasons to weaken it seems like a good idea

Ha - so gifted, do it truly

No idea who i want to be