This is a song about "Manual arts"

Coconuts ciroc where puff at, never fall in love, don't cuff that

I'm hopping in the game without a manual or starter kit

She grabs the yellow bottle

I wrote me a manual

Roll along and got tipsy then tonight, tommorow you the mystery

With artillery to disclose the nobility of this arts history

Promise me hearts, blood starts, release splattered arts

All on the furniture with no regards

Manual maniacal, cannibal managing minimal bile

So i'm hurting. me effort is apparent she not fertile

I got rich from a little struggle

Cause life don't come with no manual

Finish line with the tire marks

Rapping like im practicing dark arts