This is a song about "The interent"

So is dr. j and moses malone

As the king upon the throne

The pain, the loss, the grief, the cross.

Or shift keys or it i placement cause

The more battles the better the flows

Tryna stay clear of my foes

Saw the bombs on the news

My time with their half-witted reviews

The good comes with the bad, the bad with the ugly

Once as a slave who imagined being free

But he push them whites in the hood like ray edmond was there

You’re the plastic, i’m the passion and the magic in the air

Don't you lie, don't blow my buzz

Where the fuck the chorus