This is a song about "Lo fi"

My dick hates sweaters so she jack it slow

Just like patty kane, i represent b lo

Ur now grind like lo-gic in a sick mind,

I got a line downstairs ma, i'm in the grind

These rhymes are coming to me like the reception of wi-fi,

Die motherfuckin die, hope yo' ass fry, don't ask why

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will

Oh boy lo soy, i wanna i wanna stretch the bubble

Like marines, forever "semper fi", when the temper's high,

As i take you through a ghetto nigga's lullaby