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

Mr. i-don't-give-a-fuck-about-you what they callin' him

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

I leave a hater like he lost a watermelon fight

Re-write till my words perfectly are what you recite,

And, uh, i don’t know what keeps me alive, shit

- his re-up on the dope made him broke.. i'm sellin it

Shit, see that thing there was mine

Had to re align and not resign

Of the vhs especially during sex baby

You wanna judge me for my lyrics, but you´re not me,

Trapped in my own communityone day i'm gonna bust

Re-locate to a spaceship, orange the name of my agent

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

Give me tall glass, coconut ciroc, please, no soda pop

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