This is a song about "Literary devices"

So ain't no future fuckin' youi ain't tha bitch ta love yacan't do a damn thang for you

For that that strict literary review, but at the end of the day its just something to work through

That's because thats these compton streets was built not to win

Medieval buggy like the cops' devices, passin',

Heavy weed smoker, get ounces for free

Spitting out literary imagery

Own devices clinging to jaws like you witnessed in saw

I'm feelin' chris childs, you lookin' like kobe bryant jaw

I don't consider most of yall rappers, just another literary hack

No magic out the hattell baby bye bye, i'm never coming back

I can construct torture devices not known to the middle ages

You can't act like no bitch that only got tyler perry famous

'cuz after i drink a bottle, wave my flag and surrender

Muffled from the outside weather by this literary leather