This is a song about "Metaphors"

It's about dismissin' a system that tricks you all to crawl

Magical metaphors dead you all n rest assured im the best of all

Great sex, she ain't slept, she can't rest tomorrows that big test

Bitch please, not a line rhymed, metaphors half assed, and the subject,

Metaphors hit hard as glocs, rifles

Trying to get back to this thing called love

As i stare at the ceiling fan, as a fan of these wicked streets

Just to see, these metaphors spread a course like mustard seeds

All i know is metaphors, nouns, verbs, sound words,

Crystal glasseswe mash on them jealous bastards

Hardcore raw metaphors are strong as the queens' jaws,

With hi-tek on the score, once more, of course

You the party baby i'm just the guest list

Metaphors son, i'm guessin you didn't know they exist