This is a song about "Robicheaux manufacturing"

If this is the right time

Was mine and my design,

And in the process some realize their shame

Hit me up in a couple days, we can try again

I don't want plastic nation, dread that like a haitian

Fuck boys in the building with they conversation

Im building a foundation

You can disown him or stone him

Through troubled times, i find ease with my maker

Other dudes be huggin and nourishin her

Odd future leaving even niggas in past tense

Where the process projects the problematic progress

Yo, i'm a hot and bothered astronaut crashing while

I'm a 3 layer foundation mortar concrete and textile

Polo purple like the dope i'm hitting

Go to the top of the building