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

O.g. nikes, my shoes so rare

Get me up off this chair

I know these haters watching

But he was to busy falling

My life is run by bitches ive penetrated, im never aggravated around them,

As time ticks forward he comes closer to the end, sitting at the end of his bed holding a pen

The chair fit his actions right, he was a lazy boy.

Who ya got left to congregate deploy activate decoy

Swinging back on his chair, not aware it's legs are about to despair,

Blowin' fuck it i don't care, dreads is flyin' everywhere

Come on over to the scene, grab a table, let me take a look at that there

Me on a track is similar to playing battleship with a mirror behind your chair

I take em home, fuck her, get high and never call again

On his dying wish, his grave, his name, they set his astray house aflame,

And for that i never look back but upon forward

Caramel macchiatos when shawty get into work