This is a song about "Pencil"

See, there's a war going on and i'm the general

Sit and think sinful, so i grab the mic and shrink pencil,

Yes bitch, that's a presidential

Breakin walls my hammers a pencil,

Odd future is children that's fucked up in they mental

Darken facades decay as i sharpen.. this pencil,

Stir up all these feelings inside of her

I spit rough,mouth close pencil and hands on paper,

Fuck it when my pencil breaks

Never the gold, i wanted gold plated chains

Real slow yea i'll make you feel special

Go get yourself a pencil

With my pencil, i'm amusing and it heightens my credentials

Can we take shots? what's your flavor? flat drinks we call a cups

Then it bunny hopped off my shoulder, now my conscience dead

Writing raps with pencil and lead, lines i'm ready instead