This is a song about "Logical fallacies"

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

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

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

Every second tell me how you pressed em at the monte crystal

Where i can free at hand, eat candy with easter bunnies

All you spitting is a lie, and fucking fallacies.

As i light one for ill will

My rhymes are logical,

I'm everything that they call nice

Whatever the fallacies