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

So much for me to get aborted,

New rolls royce, royce, yeah i'm all that

This is the part where we run hip hop

I begin to draw in chalk

She don't suck nothing, buzzen, but she lick it nice

I miss her so much i want to just grab a knife

So much more to life than rhyming by the syllable

But don't expect a ring if you committed to the hustle

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

And i don’t know why you fuck niggas can’t see

So the spaces you find, fucked up as my mind is bitch

But what we did was found our niche and made a stitch

I would freak out so much

Aw fuck y'all! ay fuck the judge

She need now, she ain't never needed love

Genocide to white spaces