This is a song about "Current"

My current path is pathless, full of maggots, sticking together like magnets.

That likes walking with his hips bragging about his marijuana hits.

When i scroll through the current battles going on

Come on kids, fuck that class and hit that bong

And we way too young to know love, maybe not but we don't need no rush

Its just my ergs/ to feel flow like current/ im shocked like im wordless/

Heart's cursed hurting, beating, pumping current

Homie popped up with about twenty bags and

You kidding meit's really nothing to me and my king

13. this whole rap game in it's current making,

I'm drinking voltage so i be spitting current on the floor

Searching for fortune and famethe one thing we all adore

In a turtle neck, thermal jeans, spit purple wine

Light years away from its current place in time