This is a song about "Urban terms"

Fuck the terms and the phrase, free is what i've chosen

Rectum, i'm like a chromosome i always x them

And you are to serve the consequences of your evil schemes

Here, put in laimens terms, it's what you do with whats in you jeans.

In rap terms he keeps it real

Your bra up over here

In rap terms he keeps it real

You light-years behind here

Coming to terms, where we can agree

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

More clearer than the crystal sky, blue as the beast

Yo we ain't from the ghetto but we go urban at least,

Well i'll use terms that you understand, you are such a faggot

So tell me i ain't shit, go and embellish it a bit

You don't know what half this means let me put it in dumb terms

Backwoods don’t do papers, that was just for my haters