This is a song about "Finishing a crane course"

Beside her head of course, don't be a fag! this is becoming a gag/

You been aching for that cuz what they playing on the station is wack

Cause i’ve been counting all this dirty paper for a minute

Dike just like a dyson is bliss of course we know were it

Of course i took your mind why does your head resemble a trough

Walk up in the clubpick em' out and then i pick em' off

Account overdraft what i got this debit for

I'm with three girls at once, call it a 3 course dinner/

To him, nothing is funnymind set on one thing, making his money

"can we get much higher?" of course since we're living in a dark fantasy/

As my record label nitpicks at this

I'm the crane here to demolish,

Of course a bunch of time, just now i'm realizing

Me i'm like a young simba i can't wait to be the king

I love women, air max's and liquor stores

Unorthodox jukebox thats my course