This is a song about "Selling glasses on the internet"

I like a chick wit big breasts on her chest

Tramps on the internet, jerks with dick pics sent

Why thank you,i think you just happened to miss what was really going on

I'll be cursing out like the people on internet talking about islam

Though my credits are slept, my ambition the best

We're both just typing on the internet in the end

Cuz on the internet, you all talk,

I don't need your girl. man i got a lot

Open up your contacts then scroll

Its like selling the devil your soul

I got a question for ya, little somethin to say

You see, the internet is bad for you in every way,

And yeah we up in stadium, quarterbacking hoes

The mainstream is selling out, giving their bodies and souls,