This is a song about "Im an inventor"

Them niggas lack bars like underground when their celly ring

Like an oven overheatin im over reacting

So there i am... an ounce inside my house im blazin'

Shit and run back to the lab, need assistance from

December 4th a star was born

While im eating an ear of corn

You, you and you're saying "shit, i been had that

I dont really confess, im an idiot/

This rap is sick shit im an iceberg im sinkin ships

There's no answer for it, these rhetorical lyrics

Shout out to joe and chris, it's a.p on my wrist

Im not really a rapper im more of an artist

Cause every girl i deal and fuck, it's always against her will

Im just an average white kid, nah i aint (freaking) trill

Im the batter an i put it to her blatter....an what came after?

And so the muscle flow is something you can't get no muzzel for