This is a song about "I like cords"

That's what rains for

And i think i like her

I bust rhymes like emissions i lust times like premonitions

But somethin' was always missin' like six digits

I gotta battle two people, its like

Maine, bay, the burf baby i'mma book ya' flight

If you did, you wouldn’t want to be famous

I like to use the word like love.

J big as a muffler, we puff that meineke weed

Like i said before i sound like i'm doing speed

But if you took a second mr. mirror, you would see

Like an ose; i am grandi, like your kids; i want candy

Like eminem i feel like a rap god

I can only imagine, uncle bob

I wonder what heaven is like

Focus let me show you the light