This is a song about "Corporations"

The corporations are cold, but then it's awesome indoors,

My desire to never fall leads me to hitting walls

Just a scheme of big corporations,

It's moe, all i need is more chips

Oooo your booty so thick behind them juicy ass lips

Spreading hate across the nation, head of all the corporations,

But these corporations obviously hate and lock the nation,

So i can write about my life of sina couple bottles of gin

Corporations try to brainwash half the land,

Stuck in my high, afraid of heights, i'm trapped

People only sell out 'cuz they make for corporations off it,

Swallow the cinnamon, i'mma scribble this sin and shit

Can i meet that, where you be at, everybody try to beat that

Corporations lock the nations, populations know the same profit,

But y'all still live where corporations will decide elections,

Cuz she came back with the kid and yoi been payin ever since