I keep cooking all the time, the rhymes from my mind got them all going blind, can't see what's for dinner, y'all chickens I'm a winner, legacy they remember, I was gone till November, emotional thick stuff, then a spark came up inside me, head was now filled up, like I need a lobotomy, ducking from my thoughts, pray to God is what she taught, my soul caught and bought, by the Lord of this lot, I'm keeping this covered, discover what I got, doing this for my mother, so the babble is brought, but I'm stuck in below, it is hell in this hole, some pay a devilish toll, to get their life on a roll, but not he be, 'G' be, giving em shakes, thunderus quakes, from every single phrase I make, a different take from a hater and I'm brushing it off, my skin not soft, the bristles from the brush come off, your loss for approaching the boss, you didn't put in a notice, that you coming in soft, it's like Rachel to Ross, and we could have been friends, stick it out to the end, but now you will descend, from how I'm going in, and you should just repent, from immortalized sin, this is what I sent, A couple words to ya, #SeanDon #RachelandRoss #NCUnderground @seanstephenson this is for the guy and the girl that talked junk then blocked me so I couldn't even listen to their trash 😂 run and hide 💪😂💪