This is a song about "Truth in my words"

I'm that extreme, so haters complain

As i paint with my words i take em in vein

So i'mma talk about a little bit of that

My words are filled with havoc, keep 'em in a cabinet,

Sing the highs and lows, remember when i was broke

I'm so dope my words get choked in my throat

Make your bitches' therapist ask for dental records

Articulating my words to everybody in herds

I'm everything that they call nice

Truth be told no one as big in my own eyes

I live the street life, ya heard? guns, money and birds

I realized my strength lied in forming the words

Perfection doesn't exist if it doesn't consume her and the truth hurts

To blow the fuse is absurd, it's the real truth in the words,

I see through obama's lies, the truth is in my momma's eyes,

Frequently taking lives cause they not taking advice