This is a song about "Ur my all"

Rejected from being a baller, infected with the thinking that we're all nerds

Im sensing the scent of a verse, ur cerebellums emitting a tenth of my words

Puts the pieces of decomposing bodies in plastic

Now when my rhymes click in ur mind they will stick

Nigga remember how ur mom sucked my dick? thats a sign.

The fluid on my eye falling while i do the rhyme

Face it ur basic, my skillz designed, ur shits makeshift

Take a look, to this bullet, now my finger slipped

Sit the fuck down all you old niggas stand me, faggot

U put ur foot in my j's n then lace it,

This is a double entendre ur a troubled contender for my crown improve ur vocab clown/

And fuck trying to get with these crooked ass hypocritesthey way they see it, we was meant to be kept down