This is a song about "Projective identification"

Straight geechi on her, came back with eighty chains

I have no hatred, i'm not naming no names

Than diggin' in your couch, looking for your car keys

Setting ablaze nuclear waste facilities,

I've done all my research and i've put in my work,

While niggas flirti'm sewing tigers on my shirt

In my best pusha imitation

Now i'm spitting flames it's an indication

Attack with abstract research backed

To reds i ain't know how to act

Doin twenty to life in san quentingettin calls from my nigga mike tyson, ain't nuttin nice

But who am i just a man,don't follow me,do your own research instead you swallow these

Shitting on these niggas like i need depends

Nigga de fasion bitch im know for setting trends