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,

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

Put me somewhere my 3rd eye all scared but i feel like its been open since

Like i'm only serving 20 rocks

Straight up nagasaki-ing comic cons

Story of keeness, bore-ing these cretins with irony

And the discography, somethin' you got to see

They giving me pounds and thats of course getting money

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

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

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

But i ain't listening

Saturdays we young lavish-ing

Somebody tell justin beiber that i'm fuckin' coming

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