This is a song about "Got the shit from google"

Got those 7 digits from your mom at the pawn/

But bitch you dumb as fuck to right from wrong

If it's wet enough i might just need a wine glass

My dick eatin 5 star yo shit eatin from the trash

So play this shit while you contemplate, contemplate, contemplate

I bet homies went on google to search the reference i previously made/

"no need for google, the kids a search engine"

I hit your block and we can box for fun

We fight with these rings with the intention to ever last

All i've found is luck, guess i got it from the motherland,

And i keep a fly girl like jenny from the block

Like the shots from a glock give it everything i got,

And i know i'm a poet, shit you saw from the start

See, the love is gone with one another, it's hard

I'm the shit like i got the shits

Just another product of this matrix