This is a song about "Inventory integrity"

So i clap for her, she deserves an applause

Leave with my integrity turn it off

Type of life a nigga kill or go to jail for

Like checkin' inventory you dont know what's in store

Im filled with integrity, keeping my raps locked in my brain mentally,

The therapist nicknamed me kid cudi, i killed my fifth buddy

Its a war with the enemy

Next last to integrity,

And you can tell by the chiseled horns on my forehead bitch

Take some inventory, in this gorge there's a ford engine, door hinge

Fuckin' voices follow me, emulatin' like twitter roll

Look out below, there is no inventory control