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

Don't make me shoot up this place with light sabers and guns

That amputate and draw blood to animate 2nd dimensions

You wonder how it feels to walk a mile inside tha shoes

Draw it up like mr.booth, pray to jesus that gospel truth/

Hard for you to manage yo bitch give me so much head

Making love to the streets, they be lusting for bread

I wouldn't be famous

Genocide to white spaces

Cause they don't give a fuck about usbut when i start to rise

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

So much feelings to feel,this a hard times

I ain't hating on you, rock them shines

Holla at ya boy young roy’s in the kill shit

My madness manages to draw a synoptic

I grab my chalk and i begin to draw

Middle finger up, to the mother fucking law