This is a song about "Invent and simplify"

Social conditioning and

I'm ring winnin, my jeans different

It's roc nation, this my team

Raps and beats and rhyme scheme,

We can't catch the beat

And stop playing hide and seek,

All the time we invested on my bedspread tryna invent

Full of paranoid drug dealers, to the end my friend

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

And this that raw shit, dead bodies chopped up in the sewer

Girl your body lookin’ like a fuckin’ pot of gold

Coldest clothes, bankrolls and hoes, and o's and o's, alone and cold,

And that's a better reason to for me to take advantage with sex

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