This is a song about "Leaning tower of pizza"

It's all for the thought of havin' more than required

Of being of always getting wired

You had a new clear heart. guess i was hiroshima

I'd like to treat you to a faygo and a slice of pizza

Out of mind out of sight

Left side, left side

Purple sprite got me leaning

Tell them niggas they sleeping

Seventy percent allegedly leaning towards love and jealousy

Now you stuck up in my mothafucking basement all bloody

Hit you so hard leave you leaning like fat joe

I get it poppin like pacman, ask polo

But he don't rule a thing

Bring down your tower i'm picking

Return of the king of flow

I'm never faded though