This is a song about "Internet problems"

Head first in that goddamn river, you're dead

So it's gonna go on the internet

Without money you couldn't be a internet emcee

Funny how money, chains and whips make me feel free

Everybody have's small problems

We don't ever make love

Tramps on the internet, jerks with dick pics sent

I cut my wrist and play piano cause i'm so depressed

It's pie in the sky and there's bodies on the cement

We're both just typing on the internet in the end

Stead of havin to learn from internet sites/

They were niggas quite similar to pitching the lines

You internet tough guys are all the same.

Get the heat ready then i give them that flame