This is a song about "Invent and simplify"

, iffy and pitiful , shitty and beautiful,

But don't expect a ring if you committed to the hustle

And remember what i said and

It's late and you stuck in my basement

And nasty remains and bones

Fake niggas get dial tones

Keep the digital ruler at arm's length of the ruger

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

So dunn stay silent

Grab the scissors and saws and

So while you worry about the hoes

Riddles and jokes and scary crows

Why'd you slang crack? cause i had toa nigga gotta pay the fuckin rent

All the time we invested on my bedspread tryna invent

Climbing up the pole, jack and the beanstalk, bitch it's gold

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