This is a song about "Sentences"

Painting inextinguishable sentences on the wall

They ain't hard, swear to god, these niggas ain't real at all

Think i'm fucking kidding 'round, killing kids with the sentences,

But i pray these everlasting groupies don't fuck up this love

As you niggas, niggas get familiar with the art of loss

One hundred and eighty three life sentences ill be back once off

So intense when i commence with pens to write these sentences

Next month i want that plus, money long as your tour bus

I grimace a bit, it's like i'm serving criminal sentences,

Wish you niggas father understood where the condom was

Finishing my sentences with trained takes an pores glistening

So they quote me and love me like i’m a poet or something

I can teach you all the sounds of love

Keep ya distance with those sentences

Santana, zeke the kufi poppa

Get your sentences cut off comma,