This is a song about "Firewall pinhole"

And we way too young to know love, maybe not but we don't need no rush

Leaving your gore to pore, hoe u ain't winning so stop being ambitious

Come close, catch a contact, i got a loud pack in my cargo pocket

Sit, i said sit bitch, you fucking twitch and i'll pore salt in each of the slits i slit,

My incisor numb to the nano receptors

And i swear, my lord, i been down to earth