My mind’s an art gallery

Carrots, lettuce, celery

Never in a pickle

Catch me chilling with the cavalry

That mean that I’m god-like

You bitches need salvaging

And I spit like a paint brush

That is painting out a masterpiece

And I am like a jungle full of motherfucking mega beasts

When I spit I break the first three letters of your legacy

Yeah, that mean I’m ill, ho

Yeah, that mean I drill so

Deep into these fields, slow

You should run cause I’m on your heels, hoe

You should run cause I’m on that pill flow

That super fucking real flow

That break a bitch neck then a fucking jet black??

Stomp her with high heels, flow

Kill me when these bitches fail in speaking that coherent shit

Did this on my own, bitch, on my single parent shit

My mind’s an art gallery