This is a song about "Jordi falling forward on his chair"

Oh, a taco joke, domo smoke, i heard

And for that i never look back but upon forward

Yeah my shit ain't no scratch and win

Never knew why i was falling

No, not on top but down there

Get me up off this chair

They tryin to say that i don't care

I'm sitting in this fucking chair

Before a nigga finish put in the work

I mention beef a lot in case someone steps forward

Women'll sell they soul just to buy some attention

A leap forward payback for all his sin

Standing on the chair ready to kick and dangle in air.

Perfume everywhere, girls are everywhere

Got it lock like styles sheek kiss and them

I'm looking forward to programming again,