This is a song about "Becoming useless"

Or you'll be useless like my bitches.

This is how she want to live

Who you were becoming

And yea we both coming

Sorry, that’s just part of my hobby

Got it so wet, it's becoming so soggy

But i need your faith in me, i'm a sucka for love

I configure your blueprints simple straight useless

Still so damaged, day by day she's becoming saddened,

You be chickens like smokey tripping off angel dust

Thinkin' i'm useless, searching for meaning

‘cause he could die any day and you still the same thing