This is a song about "My second coming"

It's not rape if she liked it / she got excited when i slapped her nice tits

Take a second to mention- my unrelenting obsession of weapons

Figure i would make the nba and make me a fortune

My mind's in a coming time, my body's in this stuffy room

Cry, die, tie, then sigh from relief from bottling up too much grief ever since

Take a second to mention- my unrelenting obsession of weapons

Nigga, lyrically gifted, second to only religious scriptures

This is the second verse i could probably beat you writing my rap in reverse,

I treat bitches straight up, like simon says

Trust my gut with no time to second guess

See these lights got me on another level

Words forming in the brain then coming out my dental,

Wishin u was by my side every second all the time

I don't shop in the public, ain't finna wait in line

Don't fuck around and make it truemy adversaries crumble

You don't know what's coming next, my rhymes unpredictable,