This is a song about "Renovation"

Let's sweat out this alcohol, bet i'm about to ball

You an amateur, they wanna pro to call

Eat you pests call me insectivore sweat out your pores

It's going down in history, the way i valet two doors

Lift 'em up and down like eight hundred thousand pound packs

The tracks on snack off raps, see stacks from back of my slacks

Cause he wouldn't give anybody a fuck and would bleed sweat

That's equivalent, to the poison in a cigarette

But it was written in cursive for this king to exist

Shift time, drift into a swift roller coaster lift

Waking up in cold sweat with gulf war syndrome

Classic literature buff, used to watch wishbone.

... club, we'll be actin' real nice

Cuz i shook renew my size

Oh, yes, congratulations you run a millionaire invitation

I provide constructive criticism to aid in restoration.