This is a song about "Some kind of shit"

Hop off my dick and make a fucking sandwich

That i had some sort of edge, some kind of advantage,

They had a hell of a run

Malcolm is the kind of person

If they not talking no bread than we ain't listening

And stand up again and try to make some kind of living

Better leave it all behind

To me girl your one of a kind,

So ill leave after i spit a bit of some funky shit,

All up in my jeans and i'm gunna' hit her with that

Like being hood was some kind of god-given present from heaven.

The people scared of annihilation when kingdom come

Cause i'll kill if i find out you're watching some other movies, bitch

Take those words and i mold it into some kind of advantage

I'm the kind of kid that likes to sprint down the hall with some scissors

See embraces, fall short on the numb tips of street entrepeneur fingers