This is a song about "The art direction and use of lighting is fantastic"

Got me shooting at a ghostsome call me crazy

If i don't know the direction this shit is taking me/

Your album sound like some shit a fake wiz khalifa papa wrote

Time slowed to unload the overload of nematodes my art is to goad

Cause even the best here are playing possum,and it also lighting and rains

So i infect my brain with direct insane pain, beating you till there's no remains

Snorin' in the bed with blankets cause my head spin

I thought inside my head, this is the wrong direction.

But it was written in cursive for this king to exist

Go ask for assistance in which direction is the pharmacist

But at times unnessecary, i'm gettin worriedteardrops and closed caskets, the three strikes law is drastic

Totin/ semi automatics i blow apart the demographic and stretch it to shreds like mr. fantastic

Time a beat drops and take out anyone tryna destroy the art of hip hop

My nomo could be found in stores but the jersey only nomo got