This is a song about "The port"

Dial the humidifier, arrange the amplifier/

Just be there to help me and support me that's what you're here for

I pipe in and one night her

In the heat of the summer,

By the phone, no call

Where the ball meets the wall

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

Black fours red drop head doors

All my new bitches seem to get old real quick

Got the passion for the music

Alwaysstay ahead of these stank hoes

The more battles the better the flows

The truth but thats the way

So, they hate and they say