This is a song about "Im sitting her thinking of a rap"

Me and kweli come together like two pieces of metal

I'm tired of rappers thinking they're on a higher level

Demonic followers sitting in a circle of candles in every sessions

Cry, die, tie, then sigh from relief from bottling up too much grief ever since

Yo man, im just sitting here

Be yourself, just show me you're real

That's a super prison where its useless thinking of future visions

Somalia women ethiopian queens never could tell the difference

Jealousy inside, make'em wish i diedoh my lord, tell me what i'm livin' for

Thats you, thinking maybe im just a baby scribbling on paper off the vapor

I'm thinking is it worth it over a peace of jewelry

Two kids, wide hips, found something in her we didn't see

My real estate sweet, yea ginger bread

Fuck a rap, write a song, im fed