This is a song about "Lariat kipper sortie tuckahoe fandango anachronism dungaree blitzkreig hierarchy pentathlon"

My rhymes result in friction,sure you need lube,

See me off the bay with san quinn in a beige coupe

I ain't bitter my nigga, i respect your position

I sign a petition, lie to my physician

People tryna get out the gutter so they sign

For a fucking shrink, sheesh, i already got mine

Never ever pay rent

And maybe it's the end

Nigga i ain't never scared

Waiting for what to end?

Thank god for what i did with blocking against this shaky defense

#2 is this for real? my words aren't coming out, i'm holding back my tears,

My levis, they 501, my snapback is hella bent

Myself and my crew til the very end

I stared death in the eyes a couple times

It's my time to shine, and it's a sign that my rhymes