This is a song about "Ing"

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

Barbed wire got a barricade on your destiny

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

I can't take a big l, my city needs me, i gotta win

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

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

So i'm just making sure my verses count for something

That he felt when he dealt with the physiological phase

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

Sometimes you go stores and buy everything that you see

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

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

Hey you, what the fuck you think you doing

I'll teach you 'bout equity and real estate honey

Story of keeness, bore-ing these cretins with irony