This is a song about "Pulp fiction"

And i can't breath when i'm high cause the airs too thin

Their buddy who has the best shit burned ip the fiction

The outskirts distribute my vision contributing to the burns i position

Selfish absurd dimwitted unlit nitwit twisted twig stick end fiction

Be my little pill and just creep into my blood stream

My life story ain't science fiction it's a struggle between

I spit non-fiction,rather than pro-fiction causes you affliction

So i proceed to make gs, eternally in my mission

Boss is my position, i got the ammunition

Seemingly transition visions to fact out of fiction.

Cooking up rhymes like a kitchen you say you real but what you represent is fiction

With this old half a man, yaknowhati'msayin?i ain't tryin to put you in a position

Nah, niggas they dont wanna let me win

Those feelings ain't neva fiction

Cause we done did that

Pulp thats not promulgated