This is a song about "I work at a hardware store"

My visions that i record, the instruments i adore

Swagging till i'm too poor, to afford, a rolly from the store

Where i'm from is a circus hope you don’t expect a fair one

If you have to touch hardware i feel bad for you son

I work at, i work fast, you twerk bad, hurt that ass

Nickel bag full of sess weed laced with hash

If you have to touch hardware i feel bad for you son

Dream of a king's been a nightmare for anyone

Rolling in more green than a hole in one

If you have to touch hardware i feel bad for you son

And i know you lookin at me like you don't speak english

Now, i don't see how this hardware can be so addictive,

Before these motherfuckers see me sufferinbut it ain't nothin

Whats withthe hat where do you work at is it that place that i spat at. its been

Niggas from where i'm from they don't fuck with fights

I store archives, bigger then landslides.