This is a song about "Renewable and nonrenewable recources"

Punchlines and wordplay and rhyming and my metaphors,

My desire to never fall leads me to hitting walls

I'm gettin help for this addiction, now golf ain't important

And my tongue stay flicking, over clits and fucking lips and

Coldest clothes, bankrolls and hoes, and o's and o's, alone and cold,

But i did have miss medusa, she loud and she leave me stoned

Juicy and hot such a black bitch temper

And don't ever (and don't ever)

Fake niggas get dial tones

And nasty remains and bones

When drunk i only drink beer

Thunder and clouds amaze and peer

All my real motherfuckin partners

And their mothers and fathers

Try to jack and i will attack

And like to boast and brag