This is a song about "Shape"

Fuck a mask, i want that ho to know it's me, ugh

I know theyre discussing new ways to shape me up

Rap is out of shape, so i just wanna taper

I'd rather you tell me to hit you later

No days off is time gone, trying to get my paper straight

Grab it and handle it, dismantle it 'til you like the shape

She ain't trippin off nuttin’ nobody else say

Itself in every form and shape and way,

And even though we seperated, you said that you'd wait

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

Churches with dirty pastors my people pass the collection plate

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

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

Your flow is outta shape- it'll take more than bally's for fitness

But his deferred, and blurred and changed in shapeit's fate, it wasn't my choice to make

Once the fumes and hues have dissipated, get situated as it takes shape