This is a song about "Internet"

Two kids, wide hips, found something in her we didn't see

Without money you couldn't be a internet emcee

Trying out this internet shit

Aye jay, 8 grand skins gonna take that

But then they'll have an accident and pick up another mani went to the bank to cash my check

Warning message i just sent ,log out bro or submit, you gotta grow to rap on the internet

Tramps on the internet, jerks with dick pics sent

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

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

You're the reason i can stand tall, me and my girlfriend

I set goals, take control, drink out my own bottlesi make mistakes but learn from every one

He told me it was nas,i blasted off to the internet to search his debut album

Lyrics the bitch got an internet on rap battling time spent, but my

So you she would hide cause she thought of me as a typical guy

Let's get it on like desert storm, the pentagon for steppin' on,

I'll be cursing out like the people on internet talking about islam