This is a song about "Keyboard sweaty autism hotpocket fedora spaghetti"

Maybe i'm only using a brain, keyboard and a cursor

Knew i would kill the game, premeditated murder

Was on my grind cause times were harder than a cellar floor

Surrounded by the thirst driven sweaty messes blocking the door

No more keyboard plotting, its time to start the propping, i know i'm a problem

Telling me shutup, i’m leaving youthe reason you ain’t even got one

Mommy all on me cause i'm touching her belly

Then i vomit on your t shirt like it's mom's spaghetti

I’m tryna vibe with ya so won't you throw me your phone number

Who only knows how to flow like a dopey keyboard marketer

Maybe i'm only using a brain, keyboard and a cursor

To me you’re like a brother, so be my mother lover

Brows grow sweaty but every petty

Nothin sweet when i attend, see