This is a song about "Simple machines"

Let me explain, its real simple/

I don't need no single

Say bye bye to her

Simple and clean like lever,

And all this snow, i call it infant sorrow

Tryna wire machines but its a no go.

So y'all can cope n' touch

Rhymer who's "simple" in knowledge.

When a simple solution exists

Fuck, clean up on aisle six

Ambitious girl, you just wanna win, and you'd rather chase your dreams

I spit verses hard and mean statistics say mine are fighting machines,

Yo this just short and simple

I'm fried from this ripple

My wishes are simple, a redhead with dimples.

Ho, slut, no love, turn beef to cold cuts