This is a song about "Off the grid"

You didn't keep the stage warm, step off!

Organized crime, i kill your boss

Or shift keys or it i placement cause

Enough of the commotion, imma set things off

Lay off the paper one finger

I'll touch slap her, dap her, plus clap her

Intendent attend them, cool cause

Those faggots won the gay off

I saw you in the room jerkin' off

But it's still cool just to dream man because

I bet you didn't know that, bet you never did, watch you in, going of the grid,

Trust me these niggas rushed me for something my cousin probably did

The fucking college trying to rip me off

That's me spitting this fucking garbage toss

I'm blasting off the map

See i let my nigga split that