This is a song about "Sixth form"

We'd have you fallin' and now you scrapin' from that kemba shake

I've been doing this shit so fine since i rhymed up in sixth grade,

Because that booty mad thick behind your juicy ass lips

Committed with my two bare hands to form a resistance,

Migrating to a higher form of consequence compliments

Nothens changedcause in tha came it's a steady aimfuck friends

He say, she say." oh my god

Form the towers to iraq

Overseas, i can put you on my dream team

This time a heavier form of methamphetamine

Form follows function, so watch who you diss

Then the blood drip on the floor poison pieces

Sixth sense feel me? i'm said to represent evil

Rather die making money than live poor and legal

And these woman is loving the way that i perform

This is purely art, and this is raw hip-hop in its form,