This is a song about "Diak of laptops"

The vacancy that sat in my heart

Your yard, full of pieces of lard

Thoughts of us of everything of everyone's debts

Everybody coming home deserve a white benz

If you ain't about money

Beaches of normandy.

That girl’s an alien and if i die before i wake

Because of my constant fear of being betrayed

Defendants of a meddle, restless full of potential

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will

Got a nigga seein things

Out of this coviction of feelings

Thought of, cuz it's sort of...an addiction,

I guess i'm leftwich cause i still get to win

Ahead of his years, ahead of his time,

Detonating when i rhyme a rhyme