This is a song about "Incentive concepts"

I was formulating concepts

I think you and your friends

Hold the key to these bullshit as concepts

I treat bitches straight up, like simon says

Concepts keep you listenin, wishin that you could process

The best is that which i accept and nothing less

The way i flow the way i rap, your insults are my incentive to tap

Wocky, she's a dancer, walkie-talkie ace for back up like fag

A sly incentive with crime intended

I am slightly offended, slightly demented

Like a condom that's scuffed up, i'm the wrong one to fuck with

Venemous incentive - i'm a devil that's inventive

Cause every girl i deal and fuck, it's always against her will

Seeing more success with my concepts it was a mystical miracle

But its ok, incentive is to see you lose with hate

She was a les 'til i went ahead and screwed her straight