This is a song about "Sentence structure"

I can taste the salt from my tears

I'll let u finish the sentence

You didn't demolish shit i'm the president with the sentence

She glammed up behind that eyeliner i know there's tears

I gotta find the right place to rest my sentence

I got many chicks, blue and black penny kicks

Dis is ma essence, ma presence yow sentence

So here i am at the store for some chips

It's moe, all i need is more chips

Till the sentence is a essence,

In the caravan with some latin bitches

Sentence after sentence is what it is

Violence, crime, famine, lack of structure, poverty,

And i don’t know why you fuck niggas can’t see