This is a song about "Questions"

Ambition mixing liquor with life's lemons

Cuz her head runneths over with a whole set of questions

Lost in the lack of appropriate answers to my many simple questions,

But it wasnt worth it cause now im gettin stared down by guys who wanna fuck my buns,

Everybody surrounds me with these questions,

We'll shoot em up with they own fuckin weapons

They gon keep on watching, give em something to see

I'm slashing throats until satan questions my sanity

You gotta ask questions

Back with a vengeance

Makin niggas die witnessin' breathless imperfections

Keep all the love, now let the defendant answer the questions/

I'm sick of the questions, sick of the choice,

I went to school with the white boys

Deep questions, cloud my head all the time

You reflect in this heart of mine