This is a song about "Progress logs"

I put a condom on my heart, i don't be feeling shit

You're progress is non constant, the opposite to my faucet

Getting so high it helps, to get shit off my chest, as i progress,

I shall not fear no man but godthough i walk through the valley of death

Moving on makes the best progress, nonsense,

To heaven's door -- shed so many tears

Take you out kentland and show you a zoo

Progress not foggy, though, foes going so low to

And i just shit all on you i call that dropping logs.

With hi-tek on the score, once more, of course

Carefree i don’t need the stress

Still a work in progress.

Lower than my credit score

Get the best progress more

My visions that i record, the instruments i adore

You're fodder even yet my progress don't stall or