This is a song about "Permanent"

You feel me now, its permanent, great, now i'm convicted of murder, bitch

I'm at morgan, howard, coppen, trying to find that higher knowledge

My shit hair-burning, you not even a lil’ tan

But like a sharpie on carpet, that shit's permanent, man.

Like the nigga on the block waving his glock but won't squeeze

Take you to hell, you meet the devil, sign a permanent lease

It's useless, we're stuck with permanent bruises, it's stupid,

How can i persuade more heads to hear this great shit

My bitch likes to cut the dope and bag it for a fee

You know what i mean i'm a fiend and i'm here permanent-ly

Sorry i'm so demanding, sick of dancing back to mansion and

That ll make u sneeze weak in the knees/and give you a permanent

Shawty feinding for love, i be feeding her lust

Whoever's writing my books using permanent