This is a song about "Bandwidth"

And makes progress every single time the sunsets

They at the same spot they making no progress

But you know when your transmission go out and you can't switch gears?

Tired of sifting through my mail i feel like cartwright, bills

And you're approaching me right

I’ll be there every single night

There's not a single imperfection.

I make songs about shit for attention

A single so common

Ok i hear you talkin

Free j-dove, kill all witnesses

#1 (#single #syllables)

Eternally infernal heated up like a single kernel

I probably go less miles, stay in a small circle

Im your every single sin in life, and every single little vice

This isn't no griot but a mere portion of a semi-important life