This is a song about "Repetition"

All the women of color i'm in love with your skin

It will be my saving grace of repetition

I've been living in a grand repetition,

You just working with the scraps you was given

I give him a helpin' hand, bring him out to thugz mansion

The repetition of my rhyming syllables must be a sin

And i got a foot fetish, so i probably have sex with your toes

All i hear is repetition in the lyrics on the radios

I punch the fucking vixen with perfect repetition

Meka scary, turn his white ass to a jim carrey twin

You killed the nigga, i stole a bible, is that a sin

Like a politcian on a proposition of pure repetition,

Cause hype gets you rick mirer'd every single time

Competition is life, ain't no repetition in mine