This is a song about "Indie developer"

Nigga, i'm a fucking, marine engineer,

I used to be the most humble until

Listen busters, scarier when i finger fuck her

So many haters, callin' me faker, money maker.

I'm not creative, ideas started leaking from my mental/

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

With a staggerin' pack of cocaine in the sack of my dick

Satan tried to make me sell my soul, he was no advocate

Flow creative genius, low creative negligence

Said that they tried to give him like a hundred years

Probably won't last long, you know it's been a while

He looked up, "body-builder macho-man" for his profile,

Maker,ill try to be real with my rhymes o avoid being a faker,

Maybe i’m just looking for the wrong thinglove don’t come sooner or later