This is a song about "Metaphorical terms"

I master vandalism and my louie v's sprouse shit

Well i'll use terms that you understand, you are such a faggot

Here, put in laimens terms, it's what you do with whats in you jeans.

Yeah you laughing my nigga but everything ain't what it seems

We fight with these rings with the intention to ever last

Any ties, the government metaphorical knife will slash,

Try to come to terms with the fact i'll never learn,

I run circles round these niggas' world like saturn

And she looking for them trees, baby we got some

Fuck the terms and the phrase, free is what i've chosen

These terms have left me burned like the ashes in an urn

But with these words, i'm as free as an intern

And losin all his money

Coming to terms, where we can agree

And she wishes she could ignore them like the terms and condi-tions

Because your booty mad thick behind them juicy ass lips