This is a song about "Him and xbox"

I smoke the greenest of medicine till the government let us win

Cocky pricks and apologies obviously don't bother him,

Pulled slinky off him and tossed him down the stairs,

Like that's going to make up for the years and the tears

And sometimes i still want to threaten him

I’m smoother than alopecia skin

(hi, i'm here to see xbox perform live)

... club, we'll be actin' real nice

If you talk shit, i'll make you cry and tell your big moms

Youre like the apple for safari,im like the xbox

I'll carry him and throw him into some wired barbs

Make their feets get wet and funky up in they under arms

So that don't even matter

(sorry, ma'am, xbox isn't a rapper)

Dad said you never come home and visit him

So right before i sleep, dear god, what i'm askin