This is a song about "So much spaces to draw"

And i could see you coming home after work late

It's too much work to put up with so much fake,

Why can't you see you mean so much to me?

And its simple as that baby

This shit get critical, always gotta get different one

So fill up the spaces with the message that is given,

I spit so much at once you have to play back

Like my old prom suit that i wore with the tag

Middle finger up, to the mother fucking law

I grab my chalk and i begin to draw

To hold a pastel and draw the tears for me to see

Who didn't really care to see, or give a damn if she

So much more to life than rhyming by the syllable

We original officially the most original

But i've said sorry so much, to her it's all lies

My issue isn't televised and you ain't gotta tell the wise