This is a song about "Flos mutter"

Tired of feeling wired of dealing

Tryin’ to bag a brother with a super bowl ring

You send me beats via email, i'mma send them back in a hearse

Me and polemic's lyrics are hotter than a mouthful of peppers,

I just shake dice

Of the book of your life

If its not couture, i will not go to her

If i speak to my wife i speak in the voice of murmur

Would look at us all the time

Couple of shots and a glass of wine.

Tired of the pain tired of the struggle

The only thing i did wrong was make it possible

Mumbling when they speak pick up a new task but decide to quit

The coupe i’m in is rented, i ain’t wit’ all that commitment shit

Out of this coviction of feelings

It's moe, all i need is more chips