This is a song about "Rinsing and mincing"

And stop playing hide and seek,

This is the concrete

And kill yourself and your clique

Seein' dreams in they sleep

I’m trifling, damn right ignorant

And remember what i said and

No one knows my struggle, they only see the trouble

, iffy and pitiful , shitty and beautiful,

Blood and cuts, ifs and buts

Or closed casket for our troubles

But got comma’s in my statement

Grab the scissors and saws and

I got alotta phones

And nasty remains and bones