This is a song about "You re not the squishy"

The whole point of recycling is to re use with a reason & rhyme

Swear to god man it ain’t a rhyme, i grind for a piece of mine

Back to pedestrian, can't touch the hemp, to re-assess/

But i can't keep you baby girl i'mma confess

For them to see just who they would knowbut for me i held concern

Burn like furnace urns, re-furnish on the track as a fern,

But the limitation has been re-illustrated, a situation,

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

And i ain't trying to hear what you wanting to say

Its totally up you but will you please re survey

Ain't too fond of relationships though my hobby is relation

Flight, tonight is the night where i prove white can re-unite this nation,

And even as i re-read this i think i am crazy, but i'm not.

I'm optimistic like playing keeno with all that you got