This is a song about "Offensive things"

Silicone bitches got the confidence

Yeah on a beat i may say things

Yeah there's some distaste up in my rhymes and i'm offensive and i'm blind,

Photogenic, windows tinted, what type of car the ferrari kind

They're the prey, that's why we take the offensive

Mr. absoulute the most incredible at this

Yet the things that i love

Then i said i had enough

For that paper, i'mma grind

Making things hard to find

Y'all leave bee stings

Couldn't understand why things

Dc's here, this is where crack lives

And brutally doing things

Your destiny is a recipe for better things

Everybody seems to misread every sentence