This is a song about "Projective identification"

I am not paying no motherfucking retail for purple label this summer

Politics can save,politics can destroy its only here for status and power

I leave a hater like he lost a watermelon fight

At this point i think i've erased your mind my style to defined

Pictures of me in my final stage you know mama cried

So that's me in the corner, that's me in the search light

Somalia women ethiopian queens never could tell the difference

Just a scientific, mindless spirit, defined in my violent lyrics

Okay fuck this generation, we have got no designation,

Charlie sheen on them haters, they dont wanna let me win

Is that the way we sell out just get some recognition?

Thought you was a cutie, though your booty mad thin

Then began a search for a job of which i was able,

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will

Shelled your status i swelled you like fatness leave you landless

And jade's a fucking acrobat, i'll flip her on a mattress