I have no idea wtf this is

What?

This shit makes me feel like writing
Sitting at my desk, pressing keys fire’s igniting
Despite the silence mind is shouting vibrating
Air waves into bare space, barely making sense
But lately, I don’t been caring, staring into the abyss
I’ve been sharing with the kid, that lives inside my head
Who doesn’t give a shit, just wants to sit and spit
Bigger things on the dome, living alone
Amongst other, never bothered
I consider what I do to beats as a slaughter
I live my head as a house that is hauntеd
I’ve been flipping joints up on my desk in the cornеr
Me and my brain took some time, really bonded
I started talking to myself and was surprised I responded
You know I go nuts, squirrel
The Wind be blowing, whirl
Shoutout my gorgeous girl
Give her enormous pearls, ‘cuz I can
Sike, I can’t
Bars hit hard like Mike Tysons hands
Kidnap a rapper in the back like taxi
I’m like start the car or I’ll snipe yo fans
A starving artist, living off scraps
Please don’t feed, I might bite yo hand
Marching sergeant heels click, clack, clutter
Rustling thoughts liquid, hydro slang
Mind stuttering, crush a subtle thing
Rushing but stumbling, nitro fast
Hide yo cash or I’ll snatch it, psycho
Find the mic sober, didn’t light no gram
Kicking back, relax, I bring them passive facts
Doing jack shit passing to myself
You know I mastered that
You catch me stacking caps of bottles
Going full throttle on these classic tracks, back to back
You can describe me as a savage
But really I’m just an addict
To the madness of the damage
Caused by perfecting my talent
It goes hand in hand with crap and garbage on the platter
But the fact of the matter is, I don’t serve a shit
Feeling worthless since I been on the search for this
Same time, feel like if you heard of this, you learned some shit
Catch me lurking, slick, call me Young Nurse, I stitch
A twisted beat, but I promise you, it won’t hurt a bit
I got moves, but I don’t know which to use
So you see me standing paralyzed confused on what to do
Fan of mine? well I hope you can bless me with a breeze
‘cuz the heat I’ve been breathing has burnt my own ass
I’m like a grown cat, I just don’t wanna do shit
Roll a dope track, a paper with tabacco and bits
Of bars and known plants, pass it to my own fans
Then we smoke that, I guess we’re calling it lit
Though there’s silence, hear me deciding if I should be lighting
Or writing or both, my mind’s a fight on it’s own
I like the vibes of alone, but also time with my bros
I quietly stone and pray that no one will know