This is a song about "Conductors of electricity"

The vacancy that sat in my heart

Your yard, full of pieces of lard

Because of my constant fear of being betrayed

On tours, we straight making sure lawyer fees paid

What the fuck? that's your fucking brother? i ain't with that jerkin' shit

A little more of me through generation of a debate of hatred

And in akron, my niggas they would throw things

Out of this coviction of feelings

Tired of feeling wired of dealing

I'm a team player, i ain't tryna be no king

Feeling, of appealing

Bun b, i’m underground king

I'ma part of yours i'ma tale of yours

Epic, they used to feed me detours