This is a song about "What makes american literature ame"

Westside, bitch i run mine

To fulfill what makes me shine

Deep into her soul, slow, now he's in controlpop's doing worse, a victim of his deadly curse

Stubborn hiding under the covers, this fighting and writing is what makes us brothers

Okay and yes thats good your doing what you should but i think what makes

But whenever there's pain, that feeling forever remains

But what doesn't kill you makes you stronger and that's the truth in words

Make your bitches' therapist ask for dental records

This is what the american government has urged,

Must be life. no greater feeling in the world

What makes you think ya can take my nation,

I’m smoother than alopecia skin

Shit be happening for a reason, everything is everything

A deaf man sees the world for what it really is he makes the most of breathing

What makes you think you can step to this intellectual?

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will