This is a song about "Structure"

To show some respect to poetic structure i wanted to make music that

We ain't having ittime to tear this shit back, ghetto children kick back

I couldn't follow along because your structure made no sense.

You can call me cancer but i don't smoke cigarettes

She can't be my mother

But he's small and got a structure

You too young and you don't know what i'm fightin' for

You say fuck da world and say you gonna change da structure

Wrap around 'til they hit the ground and they hear a sound

That plague the families, lack of structure, it's a dumping ground,

Okay lamborghini mercy, yo chick, she so thirsty

Violence, crime, famine, lack of structure, poverty,

Makes no sense but my two cents are dispensed off the head with no structure

Like food for thought was my father but i ain't have the hunger

Suddenly i see a structure of some sort... blood and sweat drips...

Because your booty mad thick behind them juicy ass lips