This is a song about "Shape"

Put me into this tip top, shape,

All dem niggas gonna hate

Itself in every form and shape and way,

The arguments are gettin' loud, i wanna stay

She was a les 'til i went ahead and screwed her straight

I had a mate but she was ape and coudnt take shape

And when you fuckin' for the night, you don't need a heart

The shape of your body is a perfect work of art,

I know theyre discussing new ways to shape me up

If heaven had a height then you would be that tall but

You wear a shirt, my records sell yes sir

Rap is out of shape, so i just wanna taper

With the rest of my brain that gave once they made out the shape

We blow jars of the dank, like bob marley was wake