This is a song about "Ing"

Ain't no better swimming in the ocean of your lady

Disguist-ing he is a bane instead of brother he's like crazy

Story of keeness, #bore-ing these cretins with irony

Funny how money, chains and whips make me feel free

Like mitt, rom-ney, with his fuck-ing dumb, mon-ey.

And this baby daddy, is new to the family

That's because thats these compton streets was built not to win

Ing to this finely adorned thing, my eyes see, were fondling

So a-k to your brain, and you ooz-ing

Hey you, what the fuck you think you doing

Saturdays we young lavish-ing

Hey your honor, is you kidding

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

Then y'all should get this too he's no please-ing it's a fact/he's a criminal of feelings

Straight up nagasaki-ing comic cons

Hoes show me love, niggas give me props