This is a song about "Household objects"

Cause it'll never be the same hereso i wipe away the tears

Showing hateful emotions towards objects is such a nonsense complex,

You heard my hip-hop when i was 16 years old

Poor, working-class household, now i'm here out cold,

I watched people i know pray and catch the holy ghost

But the media, fuck it, 'cuz it's a lower class household,

Commence to poppin' motherfuckers copy it fatalefficiently i delete then flee

You call me 'big' but your mass has objects follow a rotational formality,

Treat a broad outside like i got five thou when i'm out y'all know i don't reach

Shouldn't have to turn my words into objects just to make a figure of speech

Of objects in the distance going round and round

Illest bitch alive, realest bitch around

So robbing for objects of opulence ain't worth the consequence,

Because that booty mad thick behind your juicy ass lips

Unless your 'skin's winning, then i do it just to fucking boast

But the media, fuck it, 'cuz it's a lower class household,