This is a song about "Floppy things"

Now i'm thinkin about doin some bad things

And i don't gotta talk about my feelings

These chalance give me balance

I would do awful awful things

Doing every day things, at night

So my cup is full, too much pain to fight

Hindsight, dimes and fame, expensive things/

I only got four minutes

Making things hard to find

You on my mind

Rapping bout things that leave mark

I'm so intact so i stay sharp

Spitting things inefficiently?

What them tippers don't see