This is a song about "Transition metals"

Quiet in the back, daydream of metals,

Ho, slut, no love, turn beef to cold cuts

Cuz the next line is about to make a transition.

That's because thats these compton streets was built not to win

And all we lack is communication like service sucks

Tryna be a thug and i aint gotta bust metals

All the women of color i'm in love with your skin

Acquisitions that led to this transition

Seemingly transition visions to fact out of fiction.

Thought you was a cutie, though your booty mad thin

From an unstable family of alkali metals

My paper long, yep, you left alone, you gets no fucks

I "wrote" this "song" [about my transition to the cloud, back

A real live tale about a snitch named haitian jack