Maybe not.  If you just listen to Lewis Parker’s beat, there’s a pretty clear structure outlined by the harmonic changes.  You can hear the first one about :30 into the video above.    Most of the song is in E minor (henceforth I), but there’s also a recurring section built on a B chord (henceforth V), where the texture gets thicker and the vocal samples come in.  The form is still very simple — it’s what a theorist might call strophic, meaning it just goes around in a circle — but it’s definitely there.  Okay, so we have a strophic form in the music, and no form at all in the lyrics.  Right?

Well…

Here are the lyrics of the song, including most of the pre-song banter.  These are taken off the web, so I don’t vouch for their accuracy.  Oh, and expletives have been replaced with asterisks, in accordance with OTI’s family friendly mandate.

For your reference, I have included big bold Is and Vs where the chord changes hit.

Yeah, what’s the deal? What’s the deal y’all?
I need y’all n**** to buckle up one time

I

Fasten your seatbelts, I’m a take y’all on some real s***
This Theodore s***, y’all n**** know what time it is and s***
Y’nah mean? It’s real motherfuckin’ s***, you know

[song proper begins]

Yo, making moves back and forth uptown
60 dollars plus toll is the cab fee
Wintertime bubble boost,
goose, clouds of smoke
Music blastin’ and the Arab V blunted
Whip smelling like fish from 125th

V

Throwin’ ketchup on my fries, hitting baseball spliffs
Back seat with my leg all stiff
Push the f***** seat up, tartar sauce on my S Dot kicks
Rocks is lit while I’m poppin’ the clips

I

I’m ready for war, got to call the Cuban guys
Got the Montana pulled in front of the store
Made my usual gun check, safety off, come on Frank,
The moment is here, take your f**** hood off, and tell the driver to stay put
F*** them n**** on the block they shook, most of them won’t look
They frontin’, they no crooks and f*** up they own juks
Look out for Jackson 5-0 cause they on foot
Straight ahead is the doorway, see that lady with the shopping cart
She keep a shottie cocked in the hallway.
Damn she look pretty old Ghost, She work for Kevin, she ’bout seventy seven
She paid her dues when she smoked his

V

brother in law at his bosses’ wedding
Flew to Venezuela quickly when the big fed stepped in
3 o’clock, watch the kids, third floor, last door
You look paranoid that’s why I can’t juks with you.
Why?

I

Why you behind me leery?
Shakey Dog stutterin’, when you got the bigger cooker on you
You a crazy m************, small Hoodie dude
Hilarious smooth, you on some Curly, Moe, Larry s***
Straight parry s***, Krispy Kreme, cocaine, dead bodies, jail time you gon’ carry it
Matter of fact, all the cash, I’m a carry it
Stash it in jelly and break it down at the Marriott
This is the spot, yo son your burner cocked?
These fuckin’ maricons on the couch watchin’ Sanford and Son
Passin’ they rum, fried plantains and rice
Big round onions on a T-bone steak, my stomach growling yo I want some

V

Hold on, somebody’s comin’, get behind me, knocked at the door
Act like you stickin’ me up, put the joint to my face
Push me in quickly when the b**** open up
Remember you don’t know me, blast him if he reach for his gun
Yo, who goes there?

I

Tony, Tony, one second homie,
No matter rain, sleet or snow you know you suppose to phone me.
Off came the latch, Frank pushed me into the door
The door flew open, dude had his mouth open
Frozen, stood still with his heat bulgin’
Told him Freeze! lay the fuck down and enjoy the moment
Frank snatched his gat, slapped him, asked him
Where’s the cash, coke and the crack? Get to spoken and fast
His wife stood up speakin’ in Spanish, big tittie b**** holdin’ the cannon
Ran in the kitchen, threw a shot, then kick in the four fifth
Broke a bone in her wrist and she dropped the heat
Give up the coke! But the b**** wouldn’t listen

V

I’m on the floor, like Holy s***! Watchin my man Frank get busy
He zoned out, finished off my man’s wiz
He let the pitbull out, big head Bruno with the little shark’s teeth chargin’
Foamin’ out the mouth, I’m scared

I

Frank screamin’, blowin’ shots in the air
Missin’ his target, off the Frigidare, it grazed my ear
Killed that b******** pit, ran to the bathroom, but first
Frank put two holes in the doorman’s Sassoon
The coke’s in the vacuum[?], got to the bathroom, faced his bad moves
The big one had the centipede stab wound
Frank shot the skinny dude, laid him out
The bigger dude popped Frankie boy, played him out
To be continued…

Do you notice anything interesting about the way the lyrics interact with the music?  Listen to the song one more time, paying close attention to two things.  1)  The geography of the story.  Where are the characters at any given time?  2)  Where do the lines of “dialogue” – the things that are clearly said by someone other than the narrator, or that he’s clearly saying out loud to someone in the story – fall?

Don’t worry, I’ll post the lyrics again – with my answers to these questions – after the page break.