This is a song about "Result"

My rhymes result in friction,sure you need lube,

That's all a nigga needs, i get through without food

This is something different

Check the thesis, reese's pieces result

The rest is in my stomach, that's including your breast

Cause you are the result of being inbred, its called incest,

I need me an engine that go real fast, call it hall/haul of fame once it haul ass

I took a look at the problem and result, my life is the aftermath.

I am the result of years spent revising,

Abroad flying and bar buying from broad writing

As far as these bars, my flow life sentence

Chunky bits were the result of those puffy chips

The real result will end with your #funeral, a #skewed #sickle till your #pupils #grow

Creep with methrough that immortal flowthug passion got you tremblinglike death on the row