This is a song about "St as he is"

With the beat as he spills like his poetry is spoken,

Got a fuckin' blog that needs a post? i can get it done

That white whip sit like a slight wrist slit

And as the blood ran he felt elated

This excrement means excellent rap, i make a lesser adapt

As he skins into hell's grasp as it wasn't heaven he believed in, he laughed,

Rectum, i'm like a chromosome i always x them

She spun around kicking him as quickly as he had come

Welcome back to class, bitch, grab on to your glasses

My life is almost as fucked up as your mind is.

As he grew up he got more confused

But radio ain't trying to follow suit

Red riding is getting some of this wolfly odder cock

He was dope as fuck, it was crazy how absurd he got,