This is a song about "Electric chair"

My rhymes are like an electric ray

Quit the job baby, come and fuck me all day

Perfume everywhere, girls are everywhere

I can finally rest in piece and sit in my wooden chair.

I phone home to the real they wanna know just how it feel

Electric eel , shock through ya motherfuckin eel

Cold, my style making my nose run

Sitting in my chair relaxing in the sun

Blowing head back, bottles by the zone

My electric methadone

Years back you believed that the world was fair

Fukin bitch ass need to be in the chair

In the face of adversity, i prepared a verse to see

Cut out the light janelle's the electric lady

Tyler the creator invented some new shit

I shock you like my flow was electric/