This is a song about "Rober hooke"

Just picture bruce banner cocking back the hammer,

I wanted a brother my mother i told her

I'm tryna follow money, she tryna fall in love

[h] hone the hideous image hidden, of being homeless,

I'm with your girlfriend eating chips

On point, i hone my skills

Cocking the rhymes, then swiftly switch to,

I quit the shit, i might get high with you

If you don’t recognize, you gon’ see

You need a right hook with a dictionary,