This is a song about "Line shape color texture from value and space"

Guess that means you can never be mine

Your trying to rhyme from line to line,

So i snort another line and

I fear no opponent

A space encounter serving paste and powder

And you’re girl working out, i let my niggas train her

I swear these off rhyme bums are full of hate

I had a mate but she was ape and coudnt take shape

Board of administration, yeah we here to stay

Itself in every form and shape and way,

Instead type it off into the cyber space and

Revolvers, automatics, guns stay silent

Corduroys, cam will shine

I shoot from the 3 pointer line

Family is all i need but indeed them too can run me right up a tree

But it’s for shock value and money, we simply draw from this energy,