she a flower

she a flower...now I am going lower I am just going underground it's a mother fucking playground but I am not her to play..or lay but freedom day is a thing of the past listen to what my teacher said u are free but u still dum...u can never pass...u dont even have a mass...no value u dont pay tax...but u flex...reminiscing like u got all the rax I dont bite..take a flight u not drinking sprite....u dont even know how to fight u like a house with false structure an armature emetating everything u cant even lebateta...this is a momish or more meth...elestedics im stading on my prostedick legs...keep a pistal...one shot to the brain...feel like u skul crack..a lack memory...red lorry..yellow lorry...u can even go to work...maybe call ur bitch just to twerk on a sacci belt...I cant melt..I am not ice..but I am nice...but I am not a mice...