This is a song about "Sans and papyrus"

Punchlines and wordplay and rhyming and my metaphors,

And shorty, you straight, bet you look way better without no drawers

They say nothings ever free

And a fridge and some broccoli

Nickel plated chromegot this baby capone lookin like a giant

Misogyny and homophobia, guns and crimes and,

Cause 2012 might not be a fucking legend

Social conditioning and

And my tongue stay flicking, over clits and fucking lips and

I'm a gentlemen women tell me my wisdom is different

And even when it's dark out, the sun is shining somewhere

I wrote in comic sans, ruminated in the chained wear,

And i'm dizzy and spinning

Listen, these niggas is tripping

A criminal grind mean hustle

And inhospitable,