This is a song about "Ruing away form a figt"

This time a heavier form of methamphetamine

I spitting bars the metronome the money machine

The form of a zombie 'n' but with too much coffee, folly hobby, too floppy.

That's gon' make it hard to smile in the futurebut through whatever you see

Like wu-tang, look how i do the thing

Took the form of a human being

I got a liable larynx, my throat warm

A face of evil in a new form

They wanna see a nigga lose but i’m destined to win

Number seven, rap's supposed to be a form of expression

They ain't grossing a million liquid, don't form an opinion

And thinkin 'bout it, i'm goin and gettin another one

Run away get away ye's got a gun

Me and my microphone could be one

Start form scratch and do a rewrite

We been down for too long but that's alright