This is a song about "Process"

Where the process projects the problematic progress

Just to try to get a piece of success, love me less

I had dollars for a young’un ever had cents

My lyric projects through a rough process

They heard i'm bout to blow, so all my enemies say let's be friends

By the progress quick eliminate process that's the contents

But i'm feeling conscious in the process of enlightenment,

Never let another rap nigga hit it from back or the front

With my semen and oppressed by my give a fuck less

Concepts keep you listenin, wishin that you could process

Saying fuck a nigga quick, quick

Making my thought process sporadic

Prospects to rule the projects, process is complex

I’m just multiplying my money and dividing the legs

Pockets morbidly obese, i'll be tourin for loot

My learning word process is still being continued