This is a song about "In form"

Cherry red dice i’m a gambling man i’m never taking twice

Take some real advice and form a group with vanilla ice

So we stay away form the get you high trees.

Feed niggas shells like my motherfucking beach is nice

Pork on the fork, white in the pot

Form the towers to iraq

Make a cold heart broad whole inner parts warm

A face of evil in a new form

When they have kids they haven't seen in years, impressing their peers

Committed with my two bare hands to form a resistance,

A sinner in the truest form, allow me to begin/

Boss is my position, i got the ammunition

Abstract form, body apart stuff stitch it back, burn with gasoline

Hostile with them hoes, i got a dollar in my pocket plus a dream

So i can write about my life of sina couple bottles of gin

Number seven, rap's supposed to be a form of expression