Stare at Jane Elliott with my blue eyes
Until she do cry
F this b, I hope she do d**
I’m mad as f, call me the menace
Challenge me, and I’d break your legs
Like that h Zendaya in the movie about tennis
Jealousy's a motherfer, you weak men
I don’t listen to Drake, or The Weeknd
Scroll thru Canada looking for Maple Leafs
So I’m able to bury myself, in Silver Cliff
I hate life, and all these responsibilities
Lately my head’s been bangin’ due to unease negativities
The weather’s hot like Tabasco
Yet my skin White, like I’m from Jalisco
Everywhere I look I see pain
And I ain’t joking, when I say this a simulation game
We living a lie
A tesseract manipulating our lives
Until the point we all crazy like Harley Quinn
Why Play a Game You Can't hardly Win?
If I see my mum, I’ma choke her
And hilariously laugh like the Joker…
