This is a song about "Doing your chores"

Okay and yes thats good your doing what you should but i think what makes

But whenever there's pain, that feeling forever remains

With hi-tek on the score, once more, of course

Said no child about his chores, with a quick force,

Pick your poison tell me what you doing

And getting money is the song i sing

I been laughed at, hated on, no one would even play my songs

Seeping thc from the pores, i ignore, the rules the chores

It's difficult to let it goi'm startin' to loose my hair cause i worry

Your bars are doing war till as they spin too far but as they came closer to me

Get your seat belt on bitch, we're doing this my way

I was gonna write you a poem today

Girls dont wanna be near you like a teenager with chores

Music is my first, but i contemplate divorce

If another teenager whines about doing boring chores,

And shorty, you straight, bet you look way better without no drawers