This is a song about "Logic so tors"

Its so sad that theyre so hated

Y'all similes is literal shit

Be the king, that was part of my dream

I'm feeling so fresh and so clean,

With no logic just bout who got shot or

Replaced by freak shit i am currently down for

I'm trying to make a profit out of living in this sini'm in the dark getting buzzed, looking for some love

Yo im tossin sick exotic topics, like im tosin toxic, my hyperbolic, logic monstrous,

I'm so intact so i stay sharp

So i be goin so hard

Then it bunny hopped off my shoulder, now my conscience dead

With gin and tonic, the grim logic, we're racist against,

So many amateurs

This ones for the lovers

Maybe rightfully so

We still ride though