This is a song about "Was"

Was loosely associated

Super magic, abracadabra kid

Rather than buy our songs, they busy cheering the stars

And through this confusion what he deduced was

When i was little i was writing shit while other kids was out skipping rope

While i lay back and take a toke of your personal oz of smoke

You can guess where my dad was

Intendent attend them, cool cause

Here’s a tissue for you bitches

One moment was hell, another was bliss.

Was it insufficient?

I ain’t saying that i’m finished

But you assumed i was

Bitch got all them booty shots

Or shift keys or it i placement cause

Blaming herself for how it was