This is a song about "I fucked saturn on my moms shitty tip"

Beautiful music, painting pictures that be my vision

I hope my moms finally proud for me to be her son,

Uhh, got a hundred on the dash, young

Swagger on the tip of my tongue

But once the smoke clears, you right back where you was

I m stuck with my laptop in this shitty office...

I tip my hat off to you for that

I don't want it on my back

Life work balance get on that academic tip,

Forreal i'm aggravated that gon' abandon this shit

Its understandable if you don't believe me if thats the pattern

Shouting till they hear me on saturn lighting this path with my lyrical lantern

It's just my fate, let me chill, nah flip

I put lipstick on my hollow tip

On top of saturn, i'm sending shots from my rocket blaster

And i won't be lyin' when i say i’m a sick rapper