This is a song about "Clean song about tin"

My heart is like bent tin

Catch you up on places i've been

See, with you, i never see it wrong

Maybe i'm singing the wrong song

Said "how?" "don't trip," but, yo, the trick is wrong

You're listening to this song

Perhaps you'll learn something about you through this song/

Got pills all on my phone, these niggas know i’m wrong

// this song is all about the inequality in the world

Let's go shopping, get your purse, them bitches be tricking first

Immaculate keep this verse nice and clean

They said seven tracks, i said fifteen

Went to sleep at seven never woke up from the dream

After i moved i was never fully clean

I "wrote" this "song" [about my transition to the cloud, back

But the fifteen credits had a nigga off track