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

Fake people who waste space and shot guns

These chalance give me balance

Cuz im from an empty space where all u hear is echos

You chasing hoes, we replacing hoes, bag and pass them hoes

Most bitches, niggas call gone real or fake

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

That's gon' make it hard to smile in the futurebut through whatever you see

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

And i have to say that music keeps me here, by far, the main thing

And platinum between plated, with different color diamonds and saying

So i snort another line and

Fill up the plug, lemme light my blunt

Heyyy! better daysgot me thinkin' 'bout better days

My plots foreseen, you dorks'll fall between warps of time and space

And me and my friends skin color don’t match,

When i'm seen in that, they gon snatch