This is a song about "Cosy loft"

Oh, not again! another critic writing report

Ill hit you out the park just like im kenny loft.

Came down the loft and troght to the right and lost my height

Gettin' highwhite boys done wrecked their shittryin to check my ride

You live in that cosy corner,

You wear a shirt, my records sell yes sir

Cause my mother let me do what i want

Doth narrated as i approached k.dots loft/