Who Dat?

plant it, I'm so grounded, stay stuck in the soil, through the torment and toil, even when my blood boils, plan it, and take a couple of weeks, and you might come close, to the way that he speaks, just saying some words, stay incredibly meek, designer clothes and my skin, they don't reach, materialism, is not something I preach, say such slick s***, flood a beach with my leaks, new ears, wonder what is this fear, they can't figure me out, when they listen and hear, I got hip hop heads, rap nerds and junkies, recognizing my flow, knowing that it is funky, don't follow normal cadences, and formats, I'm my own standing structure, not your doormat, they hating for no reason, what the f*** is you mad at, you're a mama's boy, where the f*** is your dad at, I don't make mine the same, how refreshing, all these similar lames, they are all regressing, the lack of anything new, that needs adressing girls used to make words, now they just undressing, from Little Kim to WAP, why you do that? have a little self respect, you can do that, turn into devils from saints, like who dat? take a picture like Kodak, snap like you fold back, always carry nine gats, used to be moving dime bags, because I couldn't care for someone inside, and now I ride with, Jesus Christ, and live a more righteous life, #onetake @SeanStephenson