This is a song about "Ing"

Bow our heads, say our grace, make it out the hood was amazing grace

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

But real freaky in tha darkplus i got some enemies, baby

Before my head gets steered, not hearing shit, man im go-ing crazy

Story of keeness, bore-ing these cretins with irony

Wish you was around now to see what i've become see

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

Meka scary, turn his white ass to a jim carrey twin

Hit it til your make up missing

Saturdays we young lavish-ing

Straight up nagasaki-ing comic cons

I got nice hands, niggas eat out my big palms

Trying to stay above water, that's why we shun the navy

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

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

The world should turn as soon as my records spin