This is a song about "Slow internet"

The dead society of a poet

Trying out this internet shit

Bad bitches get low

And you can do it slow

Baby told me that she never memorized a verse

Unlimited powers, crash the internet for hours

The anonymity of the internet makes idiots brave

'til i pull that wallet out and wa-wave it in her face

Can't get a even get slow.

People love hodgy i hate you though

It’s not a game, hold your dame

You internet tough guys are all the same.

They worship the ground i walk on, though i'm harder than cement

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

I've been fly, i'd could probably show

A nigga wanna drive slow,