This is a song about "Ing"

That he felt when he dealt with the physiological phase

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

Saturdays we young lavish-ing

Called it an ep, they said i’m tripping

I got nice hands, niggas eat out my big palms

Straight up nagasaki-ing comic cons

Look it something they can't ever see

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

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

Driver drop me off at dulles im headed to some money

I'm a g, and this is something you can't see

Story of keeness, bore-ing these cretins with irony

I spend thousands on the shoes for the coupe it's nothing

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

I'm always rockin', never stoppin', devastatin' rappin' lady

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