This is a song about "Nuisance"

The battle ain't over till the black man sings

To get my mind of this fucking nuisance,

Swallow the cinnamon, i'mma scribble this sin and shit

Love is a fusion of nuisance and putrid muses like cupid

In the end i was a nuisance so i said screw this

Welcome back to class, bitch, grab on to your glasses

She said that we could switch it up and you can sit where mama sits/

You just another percentage feeling my rampage, i'm slightly a nuisance

I became a nuisance to all, filled em up like i'm mucus

A lot of women from conversation could fall in love

I'm through trial, no more smiles, for a couple years

Everybody loves to root for a nuisance

Without the sound of guns

Everybody loves a nuisance

A wanted nuisance grab the noose and get ya chase on

My nigga o that's like my bro without the same damn mom