This is a song about "Open source"

Everyday losing some source of hope

I know you just doing your job

Okay lamborghini mercy, yo chick, she so thirsty

Was primary, the source of conflicts, switchin' sides every

Open minded, enlightened

About disaster in the world and

Unique imagery with a source of complete symmetry.

Away the tragedy, so i stay sucker free

No remorse from this source as the pain is all yours

Tell the homies i'm in heaven and they ain't got hoods

Pull up on a stark with enough white to kill a horse

Cause we dope as fuck and only get a two in the source

Get the scoop on the cologne, belt, and shoe section

I'm a verbal resurrection, the source of apprehension

Middle finger missing so i can not give a fuck

Open wide, and open up, knock that pussy out like last cup