This is a song about "Modem"

I am amazed that i can still function at this rate,

I'd hate to see the seeds she created, and so we wait

Maxi pad, leave the beat brown like rihanna lips

Shit, i watched you rise up and rip bitches to bits

Fuck it, odd future some nazis, black nazis don't copy

And who stands over there, across the board there goes a donkey

Hell yeahwould you kill for me nigga?on my grandmother, nigga

I walk on frosted flakes call me a serial (cereal) killa

I'm pacing back and forth my heart rate is changing

I summed it up in a verse my kelly rowland's waiting

Hollering out 'ballin, ballin' but you drive a honda civic

Of all those "serial killer" verses, that fall in one lyric

Hold up, wait, these nikes don't got no date

It wasn't rate, and it wasn't fate,

And this is only the second of eleven mics i'm wreckin' per second

If this was a game, i would be considered a mothafuckin' legend