This is a song about "Photosynthesis respiration"

Cover our habitation in bullshit, no ventilation

She gon have a baby then flee from her education

You're my hero, my idol, my inspiration

Swift-made switch blades made a big incision in him

Find inspiration through any know method

For the next one to call me up talking that shit

Inspiration in the game music during nights

Niggas from where i'm from they don't fuck with fights

You'll have a risen from a mere station to an inspiration

And i be feeling like hova when y'all was sleeping on him

Sex is just a weapon, i can leave you wet from this pistol

You're an inspiration to every word i scribble

Where's your vest son? death's on the cassette slot, not resurrection

Apprehend a couple men, triple six is fuckin' sin

Corvette so clean you'll think bruce springsteen rid that

When common dropped resurrection hip hop exploded