This is a song about "Fob"

One verse leaving you shaking like micheal j. fox in my basement.

My brain stem is skewed, so expect cadence imbued with it's arrangement

On my fox flow, ring a ding ling ling

Its time to put the past behind and let the future begin,

Chain the husband to the couch, so he can watch his wife get sliced-to-bits.

A fatalist who caves for it and craves for it in cadences