This is a song about "Lo fi"

Instead they talking bout some thunderstorm, cyclones

Playin' cee-lo, rolling dice, and talkin' on their mobile phones,

You haven't flowered loco

Mira qué bonito lo,

Fumble or you crumble, get murked on the humble

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

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

My teacher said impossible but i’ma fucking try

Who didn't really care to see, or give a damn if she

Lo and behold this finely back-rolled thick beauty,