This is a song about "Balloon tower defense"

Bring down your tower i'm picking

Boy, i’m doin’ my damn thing

We gon make it to the bedroom, i like the guest room

Probably going to sound like a balloon

I can confess that i used a hammer and sickle for defense

Yeah, i had this little bad thing something like them tens

Go ahead defend , write a little rap defense

Used to catch us on the roof or behind the stairs

Already tall as a tower and the color of my pigment is gettin browner,

Jealousy inside, make'em wish i diedoh my lord, tell me what i'm livin' for

Im a rife, kills past your defense,

Convertibles with turbo jets