This is a song about "What kind of hologram is this"

But in her kind of industry there is alot of lovers

George bush got some nerve, fuck a war, we trying to serve

What kind of name is mckoo, you little bitch

Never agree with that message

Sometimes i wonder what kind of person i'd be/

Of the vhs especially during sex baby

This is what i do, due to my lack of friends

Came from humble beginnings now its nothing but ends

Girl listen, trying to position

This kind of reminds me of fishin'

I ain't trying to conflict: nickels to dimes and shit

Kind of practical that this relationship

The highlights are what kind of rhyming each paragraph contains.

Bitch, i ball, ho, you lame, look at my laneys, switchin’ lanes

And i got a girlfriend so i'm a keep lying until the verse end, fin

//i think this is the kind of song i'd love to do a collaboration