This is a song about "He kai"

He smoked, she drank, he stoned, she ratchet, he clank.

About disaster in the world and

Thinking he wont goddamnit he will

You fumbled in a drill, young man get on the hill

He can split he can bend

Stop it if you scared

In my room, redefinin' the meanin' of black holes

He disses microphone cause when he grabs one, he chokes

He calls it art when he arranges them

Who feel 9 to 5, seeing me again

He wonders why he even tries, why is he wasting his time?

I'm worldwide i'm certified, pop a bottle my cali dime

Thinking he wont goddamn it he will

Dope enough to snort crack and sit the fuck still

But when he discovered he was hopeless he gathered his things,

My bitches bad, these niggas mad, i guess it's just what the fame brings