This is a song about "How energy is converted"

Uppity bitches, handling business

Mirror mirror, tell me how it is

And don't give a fuck life is just a game of luck so realize the negative energy

I wake up at the slightest peep, and my sheets are 3 feet deepi guess it's hard for you to see

But you've been sapping, all of my energy,

You just servin yourself, go pull up to pump three

Temperatures risesniggas blinded by my lyrical disguise

Energy rush is enough too much is suicide living life

That real life shit

Hugged and said "how is it

Thinking how this shit is hard,

No gimmick: real time, real heart

Because this is how it was,

More props. r.i.p., my poor pops

I used to have a nine to five

Cause energy never dies