Sippin on electrical, I think I’ll call it “STATIC”

Drinkin, depressed, and drivin, I’m thinkin I might just crash it

Shit may sound so drastic, but I spit in linguistic haz’id

This mental status meltin plastic, I guess I could say I had it

Poetic Polaroids, yes, I’m droolin like the baddest

Biggie wit the Eminem and Rick with that inspiration

The scars, I’m stitchin in

I’m learning, dealing, and listening

I’m teethin, bleedin, and speakin in wins