This is a song about "Ideas and careers"

So for this time being, i hope this open scribe might support her

Grinding their careers into a pulp with sand paper

Of my ideas, you not gonna know whats in store

Just be there to help me and support me that's what you're here for

But, i rain on your parades when you find your careers in danger

Don't always fuck me good, i'm just too cheap to divorce her

Overwhelmed by ideas, thoughts from consumption

The world should turn as soon as my records spin

Misogyny and homophobia, guns and crimes and,

Nickel plated chromegot this baby capone lookin like a giant

Anyways give it up the capital the nation

I'm talkin ideas , motivation

Hop over, run backwards, with a knap sack of green supreme hats

My rhyme ideas come out so fast i need four pads