I’m trapped in this beug coma, when I smoke there’s an auroma, fills up my nose cone, never leave the boys at home, I’m the alberton MC not a imposter, I’m drafted first from this rap roster, no different then logic or em, im just a white boi at home with his pen, fuck Harry Mack and his state of zen, sorry I’m trying to stay mentally sane, but it has me in physical pain, can’t deal with this shit anymore, my brain is so sore trying to keep up with these whores, they all hit me up on Snap, like hey Mac can we chat, All kinds of sluts from skinny to fat, All I wanna do is quit beugs they put me in a bad mood, it’s hard when these sluts are so rude, they’ll do anything for free food from a women or a dude, none of them hesitate to send nudes, gets in my face hella rude saying I like you, fuck off bitch I’m not yours I’ll fight you, I wouldn’t stab you but I might bite you, My hands are electric, when I raise them shit gets hectic, I’m though like trying to memorize metric, if you can’t tell By now I’m a lyrical master, the dude you’re with i promise will cum faster,