This is a song about "Metaphors"

It's been a year since i've disappeared, metaphors are like shakespeare's,

That you allow me to work it 'til you know what your actual worth means

It ain't gon' be no back and forth

This bombardment of metaphors

Metaphors hit hard as glocs, rifles

And panned out, i'm all in love

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,

I'm singin poems for supporters of my songs

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