This is a song about "Phrase"

Got fixation for that home simpson phrase

Goin’ for the grips every day ’til the grave

Lunch times at school, the closest bet like wayne in this phrase/

To understand your ways, inexperienced back in the days

Instead of waiting by your keyboard for me to turn a phrase,

Heyyy! better daysgot me thinkin' 'bout better days

Jot a phrase across the page, knock you straight off the stage,

I never judge a murder by weapons, only the rage

How they rave with a phrase of rage, days of sonic,

I am legend, a snicker dick in a vanilly chick

Any phrase mentioned's meant with grave intentions,

Bout some, but never put out the stout guns

Put expressions in their music and create the face

I'm gonna be loud as thunder in this phrase

So don't worry about my motherfucking name

A phrase hidden behind a facade of shame