This is a song about "The mumble server"

Put the grants in the safe, 'cause we spending the jacksons, the

No soprano, half black half white, i’m a piano

But the industry's a lot like, a crap game

Customize a server instance like a model train

Hear some bull that some dude mumble

I got rich from a little struggle

We all the same the blacks the whites the something in between

So you don't got to wonder what i got up on my team

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

Meet me in the tele where the lobby at, i'm probably there

Strengthening our special bond that parting could never server.

In search of my perfection, no gotta love it further

A criminal grind mean hustle

Ill tell ya straight, i wont mumble,

I left the city for a minute but it's still on my back

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