This is a song about "Logical fallacies"

All you spitting is a lie, and fucking fallacies.

Me and my niggas swarm on you like the killer bees

I'm travelling with fallacies like tan chicks rep the beach

And we gon' take it do max but i don't know screech

He thinks aw, forget it, its so insignificant and little

I got used of winning as if it's methodical so be logical

Gotta go, let her leave

Whatever the fallacies

I don't need no single

My rhymes are logical,