This is a song about "Thee"

Scarred out their mind terrified of their lives diminishing as i diminish thee

That's gon' make it hard to smile in the futurebut through whatever you see

How do i love thee? let me count the ways.

I’m turned up, i can’t feel my face

In your ass impression fuck a freestyle this is thee style

So i'm hurting. me effort is apparent she not fertile

I shall but love thee better after death.

Listen here, i ain't lookin for no tears

Wordplay for days, smoking haze for days

I love thee purely, as they turn from praise.

'cause thee mes-sage is in-fec-ted with

Ask her address she holla saks fifth

I'm thee, greatest on the microphone, stinging like bee, but,

I had a long day and i really wanna fuck

With my lost saints. i love thee with the breath,

I'm godbless, i'm success so fuck stress