This is a song about "Internet facts"

I'm going off the top of the brain

You internet tough guys are all the same.

Tramps on the internet, jerks with dick pics sent

Though my credits are slept, my ambition the best

Is probably filled with some other niggas numbers

Unlimited powers, crash the internet for hours

And get the cake, then i'll tell them that's the winners pay

You see, the internet is bad for you in every way,

So it's gonna go on the internet

A clever idea to take something they said

I hit the studio

Check the fucking facts yo

Paralyzed to the feeling, all the hate i see

Without money you couldn't be a internet emcee

Smashing stereos and emcees, just bringing the facts/

Then i'mma throw this money while you do it with no hands