This is a song about "The mumble server"

From the bench to the ball

The board ceo, i'm glad you all

Half these niggas working now, they knocked it down, they're going back

The feds introduced the drugs, all the acid, the dope and smack,

Customize a server instance like a model train

Ignore cus she mad again, then i hit her back again

Now the server boots up when it gets a smack

While i am poppin' like a snappin' crack

Bad rap, cuties claim

The realist in the game

The more battles the better the flows

So while you worry about the hoes

I am not the only one

You're the snow, i'm the sun

Embrace my words make the world changeand still i smile nigga

So call the coroner or the mortician for the the