This is a song about "Isreal and arbs"

Cause 2012 might not be a fucking legend

And remember what i said and

Ima bosscall me ah a skinny rick rossflyer than a sworm of moths

Punchlines and wordplay and rhyming and my metaphors,

No one notice your struggle

And inhospitable,

Slice and slash, bite and gnash, bite and mash, fight and smash,

And there's wet pussy on my face shake that ass

Riddles and jokes and scary crows

Ain't no women at the shows

And my tongue stay flicking, over clits and fucking lips and

These hoes say i'm a poet i try to make em different

I nurture their brain, i'm moving the movement

Misogyny and homophobia, guns and crimes and,

For thinking you clean

Raps and beats and rhyme scheme,