This is a song about "Eve online"

Niggas wanna know why i'm so nice

Enough swag to shoot adam and pimp slap eve

Like being garbage some type of disease

It haunts me every christmas eve

And he's not fucking working, i think i'm wasting my damn time

Is you can't trust anybody when you meet 'em online

Online video is right for me

And i got a little big, keep it low key

It haunts me every christmas eve

Not likely like stay long please

Like the nigga on the block waving his glock but won't squeeze

Had a conversation with adam and had intercourse with eve

I'm stressed anyway, need it for vacation time

My moral of this rhyme, is to watch your back online,

These nigguhs is not who they is online

Go inside the mind, you will find the mine