This is a song about "Limerick"

The dudes all fake and the girls are bulimic

And let it twist till it breaks-his-neck

Indubitably i'm too street

Ugh fuck turn up the heat,

Can't twist my words cause we know there legit

But i don't know no hood nigga that's a chemist

That burden's on my soul as long i exist

You would become a hater, isn't that a twist?

Dope niggas locked out 4 year rap drought

Someone better let rick james out

I turn into a beast, i turn the booth to a shack,

Fuck 2dopeboyz and nahright, shout out to hype track

But these days turn to weeks,

Cause there'll never be peace

Burning up,turn the fan on/

Pay dues like a hair salon