This is a song about "Projective identification"

Want me to define? we grind and crunch your lines

Just to make it in this broadway lights

It's hard to have american pride when most of your money's made out of them lies

And can only be invisible with the vision you allow to define your own eyes

All this flow that i give em, i live by the code and i'll leave her

And take these official papers and start doing your signature"

I am my inspiration

Too much information?

She said look ma, no hands and no darling i don't dance

Your lines define what shit is, don't mistake them for raps

I'm done with thinking, i need more fixing

Bang! bang! came from that movie ring

Odd future here to steer you to what the fuck's cool

And for your fucken information fool

And if you can’t detect the sarcasm

Savin' up 24 bullets with gun