If I had to be blunt
I have to say you a cunt
You put up a front
Like you down for some
Plum
But in reality
You be thinking of Chun
Relax hon
I’m not saying you wrong
I’m just saying if I wrote you a song
Would you not feel flattered
As if you did not matter
Like those likes that don’t pop up
If you got fatter
The platter is silver
That means
Nothing rhymes with it
I hit it
On the spot
On the dot
But you can’t see
The difference between the thoughts
Or if it’s from God
But it’s not your fault
Sin is generational
But lifestyle is vocational
So think twice before you say no
Cause if you do, I got to let you go

I smoked one
But that don’t mean I gotta be blunt
But from the jump
I been the same
No hops
No loss
With or without the puns
I think that
I gotta AB
Even if the haters hate me
I know the OGs keep it real
And let others catch feels

If I had to be blunt
I disapprove
You’re just a goon
With eyes but not seeing
A human being
Forgetting his essence
Forgot to count his blessings
I guess math wasn’t your strong suit
The way you’re moving onto
The next thrill and the next chase
Not knowing how to even get a hit on base
Bat attempt is the first step
Cause it shows that you respect
The game
That you won’t remain
Sitting in the dugout
For now, I’ll give you a hug now
Cause I preach empathy
And I preach the good news
And I would honestly hate to see you lose
So I hope you learn to see me as a brethren
And know that with me, I’m a good reverend