This is a song about "Im a real artist"

Slow sink, can't breath, no remorse, dont think

Guess what guys, yeah i guess i'm a fucking artist

Im rappin poetry dude its time we got real

She shift my gears and whispered in my ear

Fresh out the plane i couldn't even complain

Im a real psycho from throat to brain

Bet i get it quick lick make it backflip outta town with some how you gonna act shit

Just because i speak some real shit, you think im crazy shit i think you are just a little bit,

And niggas slippin if they think the fucking grip is a lie

I wasn't made for a 9-5,im an artist an i was sent to ride or die

I’m picking through the crowd tryna see a little clearer

Compulsive drinker turned einstein socrates im a real thinker

You know i stick to the script

'til i'm discovered as an artist

Screens paint a picture of depravity real-

Respect still there but ya boy's right here