This is a song about "Invent and simplify"

Raps and beats and rhyme scheme,

62 dreams, roll a date with some lean

And don't ever (and don't ever)

The plight of a rapper or whatever

I pray the lord my guns to keep

And kill yourself and your clique

Social conditioning and

Fuck you if you feelin' different

You can't pay the rent and loose a, friend but invent the future,

And you’re girl working out, i let my niggas train her

Thank god for what i did with blocking against this shaky defense

Invent things like spaceships, diamond baguette bracelets and earn a few pay checks.

My only purpose in life to kill myself up on accident

Misogyny and homophobia, guns and crimes and,