This is a song about "Simple machines"

It's all simple, be you.

Wolf gang, triple six crew

Story of cudi, nigga getting out my dreams

No one stopping this elite team of dangerous machines

Through the grapevine yeah they diss diss

Simple lines to golden from rapping and ish

Hit towns with coke, a .45 blue as chrome

Simple bar spitting then going home

I got many chicks, blue and black penny kicks

When a simple solution exists

Took her to the club bought her three more bottles

My wishes are simple, a redhead with dimples.

I don't need no single

Let me explain, its real simple/

My rhyming's like the finest thing since time machines

Because i'm seventeen, compose my own beats