This is a song about "Ing"

When you rapping how i'm rapping, they fellatio free

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

Left chicago with good money for 5 drops

Straight up nagasaki-ing comic cons

My music is like confetti rain when you win a race

No fuck-ing rules gonna stand in our way of a cor-rect place,

Saturdays we young lavish-ing

Don't want to be the king

Those lines are already better than yours, but i'll write more just for the kicks

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

When i write rhymes i go blind and let the lord do his thing

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

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

For all the pedicures i've given to their camel toes they bring

And getting money is the song i sing

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