This is a song about "Structure"

So much for a fucking structure, killed him in a grill mother fucker

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

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

Looking for dangerously hot bitches and safe sex

I'll show you where my rare essence is at, the adolescence of rap

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

Its an adventure for money structure that's a bit better

I know we grew apart, you probably don't remember

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

Cause in the end girl you’re gonna want another round, another round

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

And if you disagree, suck a couple pimple-covered dicks

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

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

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

It's not a figure of speech when i tell you that i dumped her