abstract

okay

i make art

make sense

matter fact

maybe my

work is

too abstract

and it go

over heads

carry on

i was born alone

i'mma die alone

like okay

i make art

make sense

that's that

matter fact

maybe my

work is

too abstract

and it go

over heads

carry on

i was born alone

i'mma die alone

that's a different song

my pen out

my pistol drawn

and i'm sitting on the world like i'm sitting on your couch with my shoes on

give a fuck about what you want

i could care less

need a headrest because they bore me because my cup filled with morphine

tell nike endorse me

tell kim and tell kourtney

tell kylie and khole

tell kendall i love her

our babies be gorgeous but our days these babies are born into

so i proceed with caution

got a crib with a fortress

and the fortress got a backyard

in the backyard there's a forest

god damn i'm important

got a mind worth exploring

that's a mind full of gold get your portion

okay

i make art

make sense

matter fact

maybe my

work is

too abstract

and it go

over heads

carry on

i was born alone

i'mma die alone

like okay

i make art

make sense

that's that

matter fact

maybe my

work is

too abstract

and it go

over heads

carry on

i was born alone

i'mma die alone

that's the saddest song but on a different note

i be at the crib all alone

painting pictures

making movies

writing songs

writing hooks

and fuck around writing a book

about the mind and how it works and no degree

they could lie but that's just me

and leave behind a piece of mind

a piece of me

it has to be a piece of me

a masterpiece

and it ain't no ralph though

it ain't ralph level

what's the name of your clothing line?

we don't know